eard them
call this place Topango Pass. The house stood alone with overhanging oak
trees and a garden full of flowers that made him think of the yard in
front of the captain's bungalow.

A big stone fireplace was near the house, and pink geraniums grew
closely around the little home, while over the porch climbed yellow
roses that looked as if the fairies had hidden their gold among the
green leaves.

"This is Roseneath," announced Charlotte to Jan as the automobile
stopped in front of the porch and the two girls jumped out, followed by
the dog.

"Charlotte!" Ruth said suddenly, stopping halfway up the path, "we've
got to find a name for that dog right away!"

It was a very serious matter, so the children sat on the lowest step of
the porch and Jan squatted before them. He wished he could help by
telling his name and about the Hospice, but all he could do was to sit
still and look from one eager little face to the other. After trying
several names they decided on "Bruin."

"Because he is so big and black, just like a bear!"

Jan rather liked the name. It sounded like Bruno, but of course, the
sunbonnet children did not know anything about Bruno and the Hospice, so
they said Jan was very smart to remember the new name without any
trouble at all.

The next morning he was wakened early by the children's voices and
hurried to meet them in front of the house. Charlotte had a tin bucket
in her hand and Jan wondered if they were going to pick more berries.
But they went down a path that led to the stable and then he stood still
in surprise.

Right in front of them was a strange creature about the size of a common
dog. It had long, white hair, a white beard like a very old man's, two
horns curved back over its head and its feet had sharp-pointed hoofs. It
was tied by a rope and back of it was a smaller animal of the same
kind.

Charlotte went past the larger one and sat down on a little wooden stool
beside the smaller animal and soon the tin pail was full of milk. Back
to the house trotted the children, and Jan, very much puzzled, kept
beside them. In the kitchen they found the mother cooking breakfast. Jan
lifted his nose and sniffed at the odor of broiling steak and hot
biscuit.

"Milk for the berries we picked yesterday," the mother of the sunbonnet
children said smiling. "Won't we have a fine breakfast this morning! And
there's a nice bone in the steak for Bruin, too!"

She poured a little milk into a pan and