ed the stables and walked toward the brush fire, where
the two men were still at work. But he did not go within a hundred feet
of the fire. Turning, after he had left the stables behind him, he made
for the tool-house.

Lady saw whither he was bound. She ceased to follow. Wheeling about,
she trotted stealthily back toward the stables. Reaching the tool-house
door, the Master opened it and whistled to the unhappy young collie.
Lady was nowhere in sight. At a second summons, she appeared from
around the corner of the stables; moving close to the ground, and with
many wriggles of protest. Twice, she stopped; and looked appealingly at
the man.

The Master hardened his soul against the prettily pathetic appeal in
her eyes and actions; and called her to him again. His own momentary
anger against the luckless youngster was gone,--the more so since the
eagle had not been damaged by its fall,--but he knew it was needful to
impress strongly on Lady the fact of her punishment. This for her own
sake as much as for his; since a housedog is worthless until it learns
that each and every indoor object must be respected and held sacred
from mutilation.

Wherefore, he was minded to spare Lady from any future punishment by
making this present lesson sink deep into her brain. Disregarding her
manifest aversion for the tool-house, he motioned her into it and shut
the door behind her.

"You'll stay there, till morning," he told her, as he closed the window
and glanced in at the forlorn little wisp of fur and misery. "You'll be
comfortable. And the open spaces under the roof will give you all the
air you want. I don't dare leave this window open, for fear you might
be able to jump out. You've had your supper. And there's a pan of fresh
water in there. You'll be no worse off there than you were all winter.
A night in jail may teach you to be a decent, house-broke dog; and not
a mutt."

As he was on the way back to his study, in the sunset, the car came
down the drive, bearing the Mistress. Lad was seated in solemn joy on
the front seat, at her side. The big collie loved motoring. And, as a
rule, he was relegated to the back seat. But when the Mistress went out
alone, his was the tremendously-enjoyed privilege of sitting in front,
beside her.

"I had to lick Lady," reported the Master, shamefacedly, as he helped
his wife from the car. "She went for the eagle in my study. You
remember how I scolded her for that, last week, don't you? Wel