BRUNO 101 



Bruno liked to play at anger just for a little 

 excitement, but when he found anything really 

 worth a spell of the furies, it was quite another 

 story. 



The butcher-boy, who came every other day, 

 took Bruno's tragic demonstrations for the real 

 thing, and was terribly afraid of him. He used 

 to shout to me, " Come out and hold the dog ! ' 

 until he could run to the kitchen and get safely 

 back outside the gate. 



It was all in vain for me to assure him there 

 was no danger. He thought I did not know 

 what I was talking about. His terror was so 

 real, I pitied the child he was not more than 

 twelve or fourteen so I used to shut Bruno 

 up in the front hall on butcher-boy days until 

 after he had made his call. 



Our colored woman used to spend her nights 

 in the bosom of her family, coming back every 

 morning in time to get breakfast. One morn- 

 ing she failed to appear. It was butcher-boy 

 morning, and the weather was quite chilly. 

 When I called Bruno in to shut him up, I 

 noticed that the house next to ours was closed. 

 Our neighbors were off for the day. There 

 were two vacant lots opposite our place, and on 

 the other side, a church. So when our neigh- 



