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tesque way. There surely would be serious trouble 
this time if everything was not all right. 
“Look out, mister !”’ yelled one of the onlookers. 
“Git out yer umbrella; it’s clouding up. There’s 
going to be another shower.” 
But as Bruno sniffed again at the mixture, a 
tranquil expression came over his countenance. 
Another smell, and into the trough went his right 
paw. Was he going to upset it? No, down went 
his nose, up to his eyes in the milk. With his lips 
pressed tightly against his paw, he began to feed, 
making a curious sucking humming noise, like the 
drone of a small electric motor. The concoction 
seemed to please him. 
“Say, he’s a regular suction-pump now he’s 
got a goin’,” volunteered one of the spectators. 
“Watch him swell up, will yer.” 
“Stan’ back, stan’ back!” warned a little old 
man with a gray whisker-tuft on the point of his 
chin. 
“Shut yer noise,” laughed the hostler. “He ain’t 
goin’ to bust. There’s no danger, ladies. He’s just 
takin’ a rest.” 
Suddenly Bruno pulled his head out, licked his 
chops for a moment, then wheeled rapidly round 
to the other end of the trough, and again sucking 
his right paw with the same musical purring ac- 
companiment, finished his supper. 
