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Bruno knew his little friend Edwy. The 
boy stood stroking the dog’s ears and speak- 
ing gentle words to him. The dog seemed to 
listen but although he was all attention and 
laid his head down on crossed paws, one eye 
was alert for the movements of his master. 
A dog, an English setter like Bruno, was 
one thing which Edwy had sought with con- 
stant iteration since he was old enough to 
talk; especially since he had seen the devo- 
tion of Bruno for his master and even his 
master’s horses. He had also gained the 
dog’s confidence towards himself. 
Edwy’s mother felt that she must not let 
him keep on hoping for the impossible. They 
could not take a dog to a city home while 
they were building the camp on the lake. It 
was equally out of the question either, to 
carry him back and forth on the cars, or to 
leave him at home with servants while all 
the family were away. 
As he stood stroking the dog’s ears and 
