If Lad had been the professionally Faithful Hound, of storybooks,
he would doubtless have waited on the mat until someone should
come to let him in. But, after lying there until broad daylight,
he was moved to explore this new section of the world. The more
so, since house after house within range of his short vision
showed signs of life and activity.
Several people passed and repassed along the private roadway in
front of the Harmons' door; and nearly all of these paused to
peer at Lad, in what seemed to the collie a most flattering show
of interest.
At last, the dog got to his feet, stretched himself fore-and-aft,
in true collie fashion; and trotted down the paved walk to the
road. There for a moment, he stood hesitant. As he stood, he was
surveying the scene;--not only with his eyes, but with those far
stronger sense organs, his ears and his nostrils. His ears told
him nothing of interest. His nose told him much. Indeed, before
he had fairly reached the road, these nostrils had telegraphed to
his brain an odor that not only was highly interesting, but
totally new to him.
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