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Barry never forgave that kick. Whenever the 

 boy came to the house Barry gave a low growl 

 and walked away. The boy became so much 

 afraid of him that he persuaded some one else to 

 bring the groceries to the house. 



Barry's great-grandfather had belonged to the 

 monks of the hospice or monastery of St. Bernard in 

 the Alps in Switzerland, and it was said that he had 

 saved the lives of twenty travelers who had been 

 lost in the snow at one time or another. 



It must have been some instinct come down to 

 Barry from this great-grandfather that made him 

 act as he did when the boys wrapped themselves in 

 shawls and lay still. They did this sometimes to 

 see what he would do. 



After they had lain perfectly motionless for 

 awhile Barry would grow very anxious. He would 

 whine and poke them with his nose. If they did 

 not stir he would paw them over. If that did no 

 good he would begin nipping them through the 

 shawl, at first gently, then harder and harder, until 

 they were obliged to move. 



When at last they stirred Barry would be per- 

 fectly delighted. He would jump about with heavy 

 gambols until the windows shook. 



