100 BRUNO 



until he was exhausted; but if it stood its 

 ground and calmly returned his excited gaze, 

 he would stop, look at it for a minute, then 

 turn and come trotting back, with an air that 

 said plainly, 



" I was only in fun ; I wanted to see what it 

 would do." 



There was a big watch-dog which lived in an 

 enclosure we had to pass on our way to town. 

 When we took Bruno that way for a stroll, as 

 soon as he reached this lot, he and the other 

 dog would greet each other through the picket- 

 fence with the most blood-curdling growls and 

 snarls. They seemed fairly to thirst for each 

 other's life-blood. Then, each on his own side 

 of the fence, they would go racing along, keep- 

 ing up their growls and snarls, till they reached 

 a place where there were half a dozen pickets 

 broken out, so that either could have leaped 

 through with ease. 



Then what a change ! 



Their ears would droop, and their coats and 

 tempers smooth down to the most insipid ami- 

 ability. But at their next meeting they were 

 quite as savage, till they again reached the 

 opening in the fence. It was the same pro- 

 gram, over and over. 



