Slum-ber my dar-ling sweet-ly.

Now Bruno was so tired with running from the pound-man, so hungry, so
frightened, and so hoarse with barking that he had gone to sleep; but
when he heard Lola's voice singing the song he knew so well, he
started up, and out he bounded half awake--the dearest, loveliest
little brown dog in the world, with a cunning curly tail sticking up
in a round bob behind, two long silky ears that almost touched the
ground, and four soft white feet.

Then they were two such glad children, and such a glad little brown
dog was Bruno! Why, he kissed Lola's bare feet and hands and face, and
nearly chewed her apron into rags, he was so delighted to see his
mistress again. Even the cross pound-man smiled and said he was the
prettiest puppy, and the smartest, he had ever had in the pound, and
that when he had shut him up the night before he had gone through all
his funny tricks in hopes that he would be let out.

Then Dicky and Lola walked back home over the dusty road, Bruno
running along beside them, barking at the birds, sniffing at the
squirrels, and chasing all the chickens and kittens he met on the way,
till at last they reached the street corner, where Lola turned to go
to her home, after kissing her new friend and thanking him for being
so good and kind to her.

But what about Master Dicky himself, who had lost his tool-box? He
didn't feel much like a smiling boy just then. He crept in at the back
door, and when he saw his dear mother's face in the kitchen he
couldn't stand it a minute longer, but burst out crying, and told her