She whirled up to Lad, frantically licking his face and
spinning about him with little staccato yelps of joy.
Lad was deliriously happy. Not only was he at home again; but
Lady was welcoming him with an effusion that she had not shown
him for many a sorrowful month. He could not understand it. Nor
did he try to. He was content to accept the miracle; and to
rejoice in it with all his great honest heart.
Knowing nothing of feminine psychology, he could not realize that
a week of Puppy Wolf's sole and undiluted companionship had bored
Lady horribly and had begun to get on her nerves;--nor that she
had learned to miss and yearn for the big, wise, ever-gentle mate
whom she had so long neglected.
It was enough for Lad to know that he was no longer a neglected
outsider, in the Place's canine family; but that his worshiped
mate was wild with joy to see him again.
"Look!" said the Master. "The old chap has forgiven her for every
bit of her rottenness to him. He's insanely happy, just because
she chooses to make much of him, once more."
"Yes," assented the Mistress, cryptically "Sometimes dogs are
pitifully--human!"
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