Bruno

e usually slept with all the inner doors

we could hear his feet pad-padding on the carpet as he went from our room, tap-tapping on the oil-cloth in the hall, pad-padding aga

o quiet him, but he

m," I said. "Maybe we'

at wretched Leo lurking around, tryin

were Leo, but I was too sleepy to argue; so

the night, and that the houses on both sides of us had been entered! How we petted and praise

ing. I only barked

on for him to go further. His voice was so loud and deep it always conveyed the impression

nt when he gave voice to his emotions.

feelings of perfect security as we felt at those times

me never dragged with us. Rebecca rejoiced in several successive sets of kittens. They and Bruno frolicked through the days, with excitin

spoke collectively of Bruno, Reb

on the floor, Bruno stood back with drooping ears, watching them drink. He seemed to feel that it would not be fair to pit his great flap of a tongue against their tiny rose-leaves. They always left some for him, which he devoured in two or three laps, while they all sat about washing their faces. I don't think he cared for the milk; he took it to be sociable, and seemed to be as well s

niff of a smelling-bottle he thought I seemed to be enjoying. After