BRUNO 11 



outside of our gate, he would follow, and they 

 would have romps and races until both were 

 exhausted. 



Leo was the only real dog-friend Bruno ever 

 had. All his other friends were either humans 

 or cats. 



The crowds of dogs that sometimes go yelp- 

 ing and tearing through the streets were to him 

 objects of the loftiest scorn. From front window 

 or porch he would look down his nose at them, 

 then turn, stepping high, to march off and lie 

 down in some remote corner where only the 

 faintest echoes of their din could reach him. 



One evening, while Julius and I were at 

 choir-practice, we heard something that dis- 

 tressed me greatly. I felt that I could not 

 stay, so we slipped out and hurried home. As 

 soon as we were inside of our own door I 

 threw myself into Julius's arms with childlike 

 sobbing. 



He tried to comfort me, but I could only 

 hear my own heart-throbs. All at once he 

 exclaimed, 



" Look, Judith, look at Bruno ! ' 



His tone was so strange, it penetrated even 

 my grief. I raised my head and there was 

 Bruno, standing upright, his head against Julius's 



