Less and less did Lady content herself with dull attendance on
the convalescent. More and more often did she set forth without
him on those cross-country runs that had meant so much to them
both. Lad would watch her vanish up the drive,--their fiery
little son, Wolf, cantering gleefully at her side. Then, his dark
eyes full of sorrow, he would gaze at the Master and, with a
sigh, would lie back on his rug--and wait.
There was something so human,--so uncomplainingly wretched,--in
look and in sigh,--that the Master was touched by the big dog's
loneliness and vexed at the flighty Lady's defection. Stooping
down, at one such time, he ran his hand over the beautiful silky
head that rested against his knee; and said in lame attempt at
comfort:--
"Don't let it get under your skin, Laddie! She isn't worth it.
One of your honest paws is worth more than her whole fly-away
body.--Not that anyone ever was loved because he or she was
worthy!--You're up against the penalty that is bound to get
everybody with a soul, who is fool enough to love something or
somebody without one .
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