"It's Mrs. McMurdle!" exclaimed Harmon. "The maid was right. She
must have disobeyed the ordinance and had the miserable monkey
hidden in her house all the time. It must have gotten out, this
morning; and she hunted around till she saw it perched on the top
of the window cornice. I suppose it dived back in here, at sight
of her. She--"
"Come on, Laddie!" whispered the Mistress, under cover of a new
outbreak of multiple talk. "YOU'RE acquitted, anyhow. And the
rest of the scene is really no business of ours. The sooner we
get you to the boarding kennels again, the less chance there is
of trouble. And Master and I will come to see you there, every
single day, till we go back home."
A week later, the car turned in again at the gates of the Place.
This time, Lad rode in state atop the flat trunk on the rear
seat. As the car halted at the veranda, he sprang to earth
without waiting for the tonneau door to be opened.
For, dashing toward him from the direction of the lake, Lady hove
in sight. Behind her, and trotting more leisurely, came Wolf. At
sight and scent of her returned mate, Lady fairly squealed with
delight.
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