Can Heaven itself offer anything sweeter than home,--the wedded home, where love abides! One morning Bruno seemed not to care for his breakfast. He sniffed daintily at it, and turned away, though I tried to tempt him with everything he liked best. He rested his head on my knee, looking gratefully into my eyes, while his tail waved his thanks. Then he went to his bed, and lying down upon it, he fell asleep,--not a short uneasy nap, with ears open for every sound, but a deep, dreamless sleep. There was a beautiful young fig-tree in our lot. Under this his grave was dug. His bed was laid in, he on it, with his blanket wrapped around him. "Arise against thy narrow door of earth, And keep the watch for me!" THE END * * * * * TRANSCRIBER NOTES: Missing punctuation has been added and obvious punctuation errors have been corrected. Printer errors, misspelled and archaic words have been retained with the exception of that noted below. Page 91: "gods" changed to "goods" (and we again found ourselves on the train with our household goods). End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bruno, by Byrd Spilman Dewey