It was sweet to lie in the Master's study,--one
white forepaw or the great shapely head laid lovingly on the
man's hiking boot; and with an occasional pat or a friendly word
from his deity, as the latter pounded away on a clicky typewriter
whose jarring noise Lad had long ago taught himself to tolerate.
Sweeter it was to be made much of and "poored" by the Mistress;
and to have her light hands adjust his bandages; and to hear her
tell him what a dear dog he was and praise his bravery in
rescuing Lady.
Perhaps sweetest of all, in those early days of convalescence,
was the amazing solicitude of Lady herself ; and her queerly
maternal tenderness toward him.
But, as the summer days dreamed themselves away and Lad's
splendid health brought him nearer and nearer to recovery, Lady
waxed restive under the long strain of indolence and of good
temper. Lad had been her companion in the early morning rambles
through the forest, back of the Place; in rabbit quests; in swims
in the ice, cool lake at the foot of the lawn; in romps on the
smooth green grass and in a dozen of the active pursuits wherein
country-bred collies love to squander the outdoor days.
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