tered Lady, very woebegone
and cringing, at the door. When he returned, he beheld the remorseful
little gold-and-white vixen licking her mate's hurt shoulder and
wagging a propitiatory tail in plea for forgiveness from the dog she
had bitten and from the Master whose Law she had broken by her attack
on the car.

Always, after her brief rages, Lady was prettily and genuinely
repentant and eager to make friends again. And, as ever, Lad was
meeting her apologies more than half-way;--absurdly blissful at her
dainty attentions.

In the days that followed, Lady at first spent the bulk of her time
near her lame mate. She was unusually gentle and affectionate with him;
and seemed trying to make up to him for the enforced idleness of
strained sinews and dislocated joint. In her friendliness and
attention, Lad was very, very happy.

The vet had bandaged his shoulder and had anointed it with pungently
smelly medicines whose reek was disgusting and even painful to the
thoroughbred's supersensitive nostrils. Moreover, the vet had left
orders that Lad be made to keep quiet until the hurt should heal; and
that he risk no setback by undue exertion of any sort. It was sweet to
lie in the Master's study,--one white forepaw or the great shapely head
laid lovingly on the man's hiking boot; and with an occasional pat or a
friendly word from his deity, as the latter pounded away on a clicky
typewriter whose jarring noise Lad had long ago taught himself to
tolerate.

Sweeter it was to be made much of and "poored" by the Mistress; and to
have her light hands adjust his bandages; and to hear her tell him what
a dear dog he was and praise his bravery in rescuing Lady.

Perhaps sweetest of all, in those early days of convalescence, was the
amazing solicitude of Lady herself; and her queerly maternal tenderness
toward him.

But, as the summer days dreamed themselves away and Lad's splendid
health brought him nearer and nearer to recovery, Lady waxed restive
under the long strain of indolence and of good temper. Lad had been her
companion in the early morning rambles through the forest, back of the
Place; in rabbit quests; in swims in the ice, cool lake at the foot of
the lawn; in romps on the smooth green grass and in a dozen of the
active pursuits wherein country-bred collies love to squander the
outdoor days.

Less and less did Lady content herself with dull attendance on the
convalescent. More and more often did she set forth without