Lad, in offended dignity, stalked past her and out of
the house.
His quest having proven vain, he betook himself to the Harmons',
arriving there as the Mistress and the Master emerged upon the
veranda in company with their hosts. In wild delight, Lad
scampered up to the Mistress; his whole stately body wriggling in
eager welcome, his tiny white forepaws patting at her feet, his
muzzle thrusting itself into her cupped hand.
"Why, Lad!" she cried. "Laddie! We were so worried about you.
They just phoned from the kennels that you had gotten away. I
might have known you'd find your way to us. We--"
She got no further. Up the walk, from the road, came running an
apoplectically red and puffing man of late middle age;--a man
whose face bore traces of lather; and who was swathed in a purple
bathrobe. Flapping slippers ill-covered his sockless feet.
The Master recognized the fast-advancing newcomer. He recognized
him from many pictures in newspapers and magazines.
This was Rutherford Garretse, world-famed author and collector;
the literary lion and chief celebrity of the summer colony at
Daylight Park.
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