What are you going to do about this thing?"
"Oh," said the Mistress, with a sigh of renunciation, "I suppose
we'll have to advertise it; and watch the 'Lost and Found'
columns, too. But--wouldn't it be glorious if nobody should see
our advertisement or--or ever advertise for it? It's so lovely! I
hate to think it may belong to somebody who can't appreciate it
as I do."
Now, Laddie had lived on the Place for many more years than he
could remember. And he had spent the bulk of that time in
studying the faces and the voices and the moods of these two
people whom he worshiped. Moreover, he had an intelligence that
is not given to most dogs,--even to collies--and a queer psychic
twist to his brain that had puzzled his owners as much as it had
delighted them:
Watching the Mistress, now, with his classic head on one side and
his deep-set dark eyes fixed on her eager face, he saw that his
roadway gift had made her very happy. Also, that her caressing
hand on his head showed pride in what he had done. And this, as
ever, thrilled the old dog, to the very soul.
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