"It's a good thing we's with oo, isn't it, Mister Sir?" said Bruno, as we entered the field. "That big dog might have bited oo, if oo'd been alone! Oo needn't be flightened of it!" he whispered, clinging tight to my hand to encourage me. "It aren't fierce!"
"Fierce!" Sylvie scornfully echoed, as the doga magnificent Newfoundlandthat had come galloping down the field to meet us, began curveting round us, in gambols full of graceful beauty, and welcoming us with short joyful barks. "Fierce! Why, it's as gentle as a lamb! It'swhy, Bruno, don't you know it? It's"
"So it are!" cried Bruno, rushing forwards and throwing his arms round its neck. "Oh, you dear dog!" And it seemed as if the two children would never have done hugging and stroking it.
"And how ever did he get here?" said Bruno. "Ask him, Sylvie. I doosn't know how."
And then began an eager talk in Doggee, which of course was lost upon me; and I could only guess, when the beautiful creature, with a sly glance at me, whispered something in
