BRUNO 15 



We scolded him about these " tears," as we 

 called them, until he would in spite of his 

 fatigue go through with his tricks on being 

 admitted in the morning : he would " sit up ' 

 and offer to " shake hands ' ' with first one paw, 

 then the other; trying to propitiate whichever 

 of us opened the door for him. But he would 

 not give up the " tears." Then we tried chain- 

 ing him for the night. This kept him at home 

 for nearly a week, until he finally succeeded in 

 pulling out the staple that held the chain. In 

 the morning Bruno, chain, and all had vanished ; 

 for it was summer-time and we had chained 

 him outside, under an open shed. The hours 

 crept on towards afternoon, and still he came 

 not. I had heard at intervals all day the dis- 

 tant yelping of a dog, but had only noticed it 

 to suppose that a neighbor some few blocks 

 away had had occasion to tie up his watch-dog. 

 As evening approached, I anxiously awaited the 

 return of Julius from his office that he might go 

 in search of our missing Bruno. 



While I was waiting, the milkman came 

 along. 



" Where 's your dog ? " he asked, as he poured 

 out the milk. 



Bruno and Rebecca always watched for the 



