BRUNO 111 



packages and the other on the lookout for us, 

 stood Bruno! 



He greeted us with such extravagant delight, 

 and we felt so relieved at seeing him, that we 

 found no reproaches ready. Besides, although 

 he had so delayed us, it was quite evident that 

 he had thought we had our hands over-full, 

 and that by keeping his eye on the things he 

 would be helping us. So he had followed the 

 wagon, overlooked the unloading, and evidently 

 had kept tally of every package. Our man 

 who had driven the wagon was to go on with 

 us to help in the transfer at the other end, and 

 to make all ready for comfort in the cottage. 

 He told us that Bruno had mounted guard over 

 him as well as our effects, and while rather 

 overdoing it, had been quite helpful. 



It is hard to write of the weeks that followed. 



I see Bruno racing up and down the beach 

 and swimming out through the breakers, while 

 Julius and I sit on either side of a little wicker 

 wagon drawn up beyond the reach of the tide, 

 watching him. 



I see him chasing crabs and sea-birds, or 

 limping up to show us his foot stung by a 

 stranded jelly-fish. 



Then darkness. 



