"They thought of the same thing," Uncle Philip said. "It will be great
fun to hunt for them." So they started off.
Uncle Philip had guessed right. Bruno had found his new friend so much
to his liking that he wanted to keep him entirely to himself. While the
uncle had talked with the younger children, he had led Salo out to take
him on a stroll in the beautiful sunset. Salo was perfectly satisfied,
too, as he felt himself likewise drawn towards Bruno. In this short time
the two boys had grown as confiding as if they had known each other for
years and they were just then wandering towards the castle hill, absorbed
in lively conversation.
"Can you guess why I am taking you up there?" Bruno suddenly asked,
interrupting the talk.
"Because it is so lovely," Salo replied quickly.
He had stopped walking and was looking across the flowering meadows
towards the castle over which rosy clouds were floating on the bright
evening sky.
"No, not for that reason," said Bruno, "but because it belongs to an
uncle of yours."
Salo looked at him, full of astonishment.
"But Bruno, what an idea!" he called out laughing. "That would not be so
bad, but it can't be true. We only have one uncle, who has been living
in Spain for a number of years and who expects to stay there."
"The castle belongs to just that uncle who lives in Spain," Bruno
asserted.
He reminded Salo of the fact that their mothers had known each other
while living in the castle and had grown to be such friends there.
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