64 BR UNO 



bringing his tools home every evening; so I 

 asked, 



"What have you done with the saws and 

 things ? " 



"I left them under the building," he answered, 

 "wrapped in an old coat I had there. They 

 will be perfectly safe, and I am tired of carrying 

 them." 



I was always glad when he had discovered 

 an easier way of doing things ; so I made no 

 objection to this, and went on preparing the 

 evening meal, for which we three were ready. 

 Bruno had been over at the new house all the 

 afternoon; so I waited on him first, seeing that 

 his water-basin was full to the brim and heaping 

 a plate with food for him. Then Julius and I 

 sat down with keenest enjoyment to such a 

 meal as we would have scorned in our old home, 

 but which our open-air life in the pine-woods 

 made exceedingly welcome. Afterwards I 

 cleared the table, and we sat down to our 

 usual evening of reading, interrupted with 

 occasional snatches of conversation. 



Bruno lay at our feet dozing when we 

 were quiet, thumping the floor with his tail 

 whenever we spoke. Towards nine o'clock he 

 got up, shook himself, sighed deeply, then asked 



