BRUNO 



transpired during that eighteen hours' journey, 

 but something notable there certainly was, for 

 Bruno could never endure the sight or presence 

 of a negro from that time as long as he lived. 

 He seemed utterly humiliated and dejected when 

 he was led in. 



Julius looked up from his day-book, and 

 exclaimed, 



" Is that you, Bruno ? How are you, old 

 fellow?' At the sound of his name, Bruno 

 raised his ears, wrinkled his forehead, and cocked 

 his head on one side inquiringly. Julius stroked 

 and patted him, and Bruno was won. 



I was sitting at home busily sewing, when I 

 was startled by a great clatter out on the side- 

 walk. I looked, and there came Julius leading 

 puppy, indeed ! A dog nearly as big as a 

 calf ! I had expected a baby-dog in a basket ! 



He was a beauty, his hair just the color 

 that is called auburn or red, when humans 

 have it. He sniffed me over approvingly, and 

 let me hug his beautiful head. 



We took off the chain, and watched him roll 

 and bathe himself in the high grass of the back 

 yard. He had probably never seen such grass 

 before, and he could not express his delight 

 with it. 



