It was in the early spring that the Master promoted Lady from her
winter sleeping-quarters in the tool-house; and began to let her
spend more and more time indoors.
Lady had all the promise of becoming a perfect housedog.
Fastidious, quick to learn, she adapted herself almost at once to
indoor life. And Lad was overjoyed at her admission to the domain
where until now he had ruled alone. Personally, and with the
gravity of an old-world host, he conducted her from room to room.
He even offered her a snoozing-place in his cherished "cave,"
under the piano, in the music room the spot of all others dearest
to him.
But it was dim and cheerless, under the piano; or so Lady seemed
to think. And she would not go there for an instant. She
preferred the disreputable grizzly-bear rug in front of the
living room hearth. And, temporarily deserting his loved cave,
Lad used to lie on this rug at her side; well content when she
edged him off its downy center and onto the bumpy edges.
All winter, Lady's sleeping quarters had been the tool-house in
the back garden, behind the stables.
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