To the casual observer, he was but
a beautiful and appealing and wonderfully cuddleable bunch of
puppyhood.
Lad's dark eyes swept the porch, the soft swelling green of the
lawn, the flash of fire-blue lake among the trees below. Then, he
deigned to look at the group of humans at one side of him.
Gravely, impersonally, he surveyed them; not at all cowed or
strange in his new surroundings; courteously inquisitive as to
the twist of luck that had set him down here and as to the people
who, presumably, were to be his future companions.
Perhaps the stout little heart quivered just a bit, if memory
went back to his home kennel and to the rowdy throng of brothers
and sisters and most of all, to the soft furry mother against
whose side he had nestled every night since he was born. But if
so, Lad was too valiant to show homesickness by so much as a
whimper. And, assuredly, this House of Peace was infinitely
better than the miserable crate wherein he had spent twenty
horrible and jouncing and smelly and noisy hours.
From one to another of the group strayed the level sorrowful
gaze.
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