Twice, she stopped; and looked appealingly at the man.
The Master hardened his soul against the prettily pathetic appeal
in her eyes and actions; and called her to him again. His own
momentary anger against the luckless youngster was gone,--the
more so since the eagle had not been damaged by its fall,--but he
knew it was needful to impress strongly on Lady the fact of her
punishment. This for her own sake as much as for his; since a
housedog is worthless until it learns that each and every indoor
object must be respected and held sacred from mutilation.
Wherefore, he was minded to spare Lady from any future punishment
by making this present lesson sink deep into her brain.
Disregarding her manifest aversion for the tool-house, he
motioned her into it and shut the door behind her.
"You'll stay there, till morning," he told her, as he closed the
window and glanced in at the forlorn little wisp of fur and
misery. "You'll be comfortable. And the open spaces under the
roof will give you all the air you want. I don't dare leave this
window open, for fear you might be able to jump out.
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