These bits of treasure trove, he delighted in finding and
restoring. Yes, and--though those who had never seen him do this
were prone to doubt it--he was certain to lay the recovered
object at the feet of whichever of the two had lost it. For
instance, it never occurred to him to drop a filmy square of
lace-and-cambric at the muddied feet of the Master; or a smelly
old tobacco-pouch at the Mistress's little feet.
There was nothing miraculous about this knowledge. To a high-bred
dog, every human of his acquaintance has a distinctive scent;
which cannot be mistaken. Lad used no occult power inn returning
to the rightful owner any article he chanced to find on lawn or
on veranda.
But the lace parasol was different. That, presumably, had fallen
from some passing motor-car. bound for Tuxedo or for the
Berkshires. It did not belong at the Place.
Lad happened to see it, lying there in the highway. And he
brought it, forthwith, to the house; carrying it daintily between
his mighty jaws; and laying it on the living-room floor in front
of the astonished Mistress.
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