Home government and all
that sort of thing. Well, these livestock fracases raised such a
row that the club's Board of Governors has passed an ordinance,
forbidding the keeping of any pet animals in the whole park.
Nothing bigger than a canary bird can be harbored here. It's a
hard-and-fast rule. It seemed the only way to save our whole
summer colony from disruption. You know a livestock squabble can
cause more ructions in a small community than--"
"I see," mused the Master, staring glumly after Lad who was just
vanishing into the house in the wake of the Mistress and the
unhappy Mrs. Harmon. "I see. H'm!"
He pondered for an instant, while his host shifted from foot to
foot and looked apologetic. Then the Master spoke again.
"The only way out, that I see," he hazarded, "is for me to drive
back home with Lad; and leave him there and come on here,
tomorrow. I can--"
"Nothing of the sort!" protested Harmon, "There's an easier way
than that. Wittsville is only a mile or so from the Park gates.
They've got a fine boarding kennel there. Several of the Park's
dogs were exiled to it, when our ordinance went into effect.
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