the song:-

Wake, lit-tle Bru-no! Wake, lit-tle Bru-no,

Wake, lit-tle Bru-no quick-ly!

When the two children came to the pound and saw the little house at
the gate where the pound-man lived, Dicky was rather frightened and
hardly dared walk up the steps; but after a moment he thought to
himself, "I won't be a coward; I haven't done anything wrong." So he
gave the door a rousing knock, for an eight-year-old boy, and brought
the man out at once.

"What do you want?" said he, in a gruff voice, for he did seem rather
cross.

"Please, sir, I want Lola's little brown dog. He's all the dog she
has, and she earns money with him. He does funny tricks for ten
cents."

"How do you think I know whether I've got a brown dog in there or
not?" growled he. "You'd better run home to your mothers, both of
you."

At this Lola began to cry again, and Dicky said quickly:--

"Oh, you 'd know him soon as anything,--he has such a cunning curly
tail and long silky ears. His name is Bruno."

"Well," snapped the man, "where's your money? Hurry up! I want my