You've had
your supper. And there's a pan of fresh water in there. You'll be
no worse off there than you were all winter. A night in jail may
teach you to be a decent, house-broke dog; and not a mutt."
As he was on the way back to his study, in the sunset, the car
came down the drive, bearing the Mistress. Lad was seated in
solemn joy on the front seat, at her side. The big collie loved
motoring. And, as a rule, he was relegated to the back seat. But
when the Mistress went out alone, his was the
tremendously-enjoyed privilege of sitting in front, beside her.
"I had to lick Lady," reported the Master, shamefacedly, as he
helped his wife from the car. "She went for the eagle in my
study. You remember how I scolded her for that, last week, don't
you? Well, that's all the good it did. And I had to whip her. I
hated to. I'm glad you weren't here to look unhappy about it.
Then I shut her up for the night in the tool-house. She--"
He broke off, to look at Lad.
As the collie had jumped down from the car and had started toward
the house, he had struck Lady's trail; and he had followed it.
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