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〃He is going to be all those things；〃 eagerly prophesied the Mistress。 〃And a hundred more。 See how he loves to have me pet him！ And； lookhe's learned； already； to shake hands； and〃
〃Fine！〃 applauded the Master。 〃So when it comes our turn to be visited by this motor…Raffles； the puppy will shake hands with him； and register love of petting； and the burly marauder will be so touched by Lad's friendliness that he'll not only spare our house but lead an upright life ever after。 I〃
〃Don't send him back！〃 she pleaded。 〃He'll grow up； soon； and〃
〃And if only the courteous burglars will wait till he's a couple of years old；〃 suggested the Master； 〃he〃
Set gently on the floor by the Mistress； Laddie had crossed to where the Master stood。 The man； glancing down； met the puppy's gaze。 For an instant he scowled at the miniature watchdog； so ludicrously different from the ferocious brute he had expected。 Then；for some queer reason；he stooped and ran his hand roughly over the tawny coat； letting it rest at last on the shapely head that did not flinch or wriggle at his touch。
〃All right；〃 be decreed。 〃Let him stay。 He'll be an amusing pet for you； anyhow。 And his eye has the true thoroughbred expression；'the look of eagles。' He may amount to something after all。 Let him stay。 We'll take a chance on burglars。〃
So it was that Lad came to the Place。 So it was that he demanded and received due welcome which was ever Lad's way。 The Master had been right about the pup's proving 〃an amusing pet；〃 for the Mistress。 From that first hour； Lad was never willingly out of her sight。 He had adopted her。 The Master； too；in only a little lesser wholeheartedness；he adopted。 Toward the rest of the world； from the first； he was friendly but more or less indifferent。
Almost at once； his owners noted an odd trait in the dog's nature。 He would of course get into any or all of the thousand mischief…scrapes which are the heritage of puppies。 But； a single reproof was enough to cure him forever of the particular form of mischief which had just been chidden。 He was one of those rare dogs that learn the Law by instinct； and that remember for all time a command or a prohibition once given them。
For example：On his second day at the Place； he made a furious rush at a neurotic mother hen and her golden convoy of chicks。 The Mistress；luckily for all concerned；was within call。 At her sharp summons the puppy wheeled； midway in his charge； and trotted back to her。 Severely； yet trying not to laugh at his worried aspect； she scolded Lad for his misdeed。
An hour later； as Lad was scampering ahead of her； past the stables； they rounded a corner and came flush upon the same nerve…wrecked hen and her brood。 Lad halted in his scamper； with a suddenness that made him skid。 Then； walking as though on eggs； he made an idiotically wide circle about the feathered dam and her silly chicks。 Never thereafter did he assail any of the Place's fowls。
It was the same； when he sprang up merrily at a line of laundry； flapping in alluring invitation from the drying ground lines。 A single word of rebuke；and thenceforth the family wash was safe from him。
And so on with the myriad perplexing 〃Don'ts〃 which spatter the career of a fun…loving collie pup。 Versed in the patience…fraying ways of pups in general； the Mistress and the Master marveled and bragged and praised。
All day and every day； life was a delight to the little dog。 He had friends everywhere； willing to romp with him。 He had squirrels to chase； among the oaks。 He had the lake to splash ecstatically in： He had all he wanted to eat； and he had all the petting his hungry little heart could crave。
He was even allowed； with certain restrictions； to come into the mysterious house itself。 Nor； after one defiant bark at a leopard…skin rug； did he molest anything therein。 In the house； too； he found a genuine cave：a wonderful place to lie and watch the world at large； and to stay cool in and to pretend he was a wolf。 The cave was the deep space beneath the piano in the music room。 It seemed to have a peculiar charm to Lad。 To the end of his days； by the way； this cave was his chosen resting place。 Nor； in his lifetime； did any other dog set foot therein。
So much for 〃all day and every day。〃 But the nights were different。
Lad hated the nights。 In the first place； everybody went to bed and left him alone。 In the second； his hard…hearted owners made him sleep on a fluffy rug in a corner of the veranda instead of in his delectable piano…cave。 Moreover； there was no food at night。 And there was nobody to play with or to go for walks with or to listen to。 There was nothing but gloom and silence and dullness。 When a puppy takes fifty cat…naps in the course of the day； he cannot always be expected to sleep the night through。 It is too much to ask。 And Lad's waking hours at night were times of desolation and of utter boredom。 True； he might have consoled himself； as does many a lesser pup； with voicing his woes in a series of melancholy howls。 That； in time； would have drawn plenty of human attention to the lonely youngster； even if the attention were not wholly flattering。
But Lad did not belong to the howling type。 When he was unhappy； he waxed silent。 And his sorrowful eyes took on a deeper woe。 By the way； if there is anything more sorrowful than the eyes of a collie pup that has never known sorrow； I have yet to see it。
No； Lad could not howl。 And he could not hunt for squirrels。 For these enemies of his were not content with the unsportsmanliness of climbing out of his reach in the daytime； when he chased them； but they added to their sins by joining the rest of the world；except Lad；in sleeping all night。 Even the lake that was so friendly by day was a chilly and forbidding playfellow on the cool North Jersey nights。
There was nothing for a poor lonely pup to do but stretch out on his rug and stare in unhappy silence up the driveway； in the impossible hope that someone might happen along through the darkness to play with him。
At such an hour and in such lonesomeness； Lad would gladly have tossed aside all prejudices of caste；and all his natural dislikes； and would have frolicked in mad joy with the veriest stranger。 Anything was better than this drear solitude throughout the million hours before the first of the maids should be stirring or the first of the farmhands report for work。 Yes； night was a disgusting time； and it had not one single redeeming trait for the puppy。
Lad was not even consoled by the knowledge that he was guarding the slumbrous house。 He was not guarding it。 He had not the very remotest idea what it meant to be a watchdog。 In all his five months he had never learned that there is unfriendliness in the world； or that there is anything to guard a house against。
True； it was instinctive with him to bark when People came down the drive； or appeared at the gates without warning。 But more than once the Master had bidden him be silent when a rackety Puppy salvo of barking had broken in on the arrival of some guest。 And Lad was still in perplexed doubt as to whether barking was something forbidden or merely limited。
One night；a solemn； black； breathless August night； when