So, as soon as the
collie judging was over, he made her get into the car; and he
drove her home, meaning to return to Hawthorne in time for the
afternoon judging of specials and of variety classes.
Meanwhile, as the morning passed, Lad was roused from his fitful
old-age slumber by the sound of crying. Into his dreams seeped
the distressing sound. He woke; listened; got up painfully and
started toward the front door.
Halfway to the door, his brain cleared sufficiently for him to
recognize the voice that had awakened him. And his leisurely walk
merged into a run.
Ruloff and Sonya had been working all morning in the peach
orchard. To the child's chagrin, Lad was nowhere in sight. Every
time she passed the house she loitered as long as she dared, in
hope of getting a glimpse of him.
"I wonder where Laddie is," she ventured, once, as her father was
filling a basket for her to carry.
"The dogs have gone to a silly show," grunted Ruloff, piling the
basket. "The superintendent told me, yesterday. To waste a whole
day with dogs! Pouf! No wonder the world is poor! Here, the
basket is full.
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