Ah, Joe, this is a cruel world for man or beast. You're a
standing token of that, with your missing ears and tail. And now I've
got to go and be cruel, and shoot that dog. He must be disposed of
before anyone else is astir. How I hate to take life."
He sauntered down the walk to the tool shed, went in and soon came out
leading a large, brown dog by a chain. This was Bruno. He was snapping
and snarling and biting at his chain as he went along, though Mr. Wood
led him very kindly, and when he saw me he acted as if he could have
torn me to pieces. After Mr. Wood took him behind the barn, he came back
and got his gun. I ran away so that I would not hear the sound of it,
for I could not help feeling sorry for Bruno.
Miss Laura's room was on one side of the house, and in the second story.
There was a little balcony outside it, and when I got near I saw that
she was standing out on it wrapped in a shawl. Her hair was streaming
over her shoulders, and she was looking down into the garden where there
were a great many white and yellow flowers in bloom.
I barked, and she looked at me. "Dear old Joe, I will get dressed and
come down.
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