It
had led him to the tool-house. Finding Lady was locked inside and
unhappy, he had come galloping back to the Master.
Standing in front of the man, and whining softly, he was scanning
the faces of his two deities with troubled eagerness. Evidently,
he considered that Lady had been locked in by mistake; and he was
pleading for her release. As these humans did not seem to catch
the idea his eyes and expression conveyed, he trotted a few steps
toward the tool-house and then paused to look invitingly back at
them.
Twice he did this. Then, coming up to the Master, he caught the
latter's coat-hem lightly between his teeth and tugged on it as
he backed toward the tool-house.
"No, old friend," said the Master, petting the silken head so
appealingly upraised to him. "I know what you're getting at. But
I can't let her out. Tomorrow morning. Not till then. Come on up
to dinner."
Unwillingly and with wistful backward looks, Lad followed the
Mistress and the Master to the house and into the dining room and
to his wonted place on the floor at the Master's left side.
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