scheduled for the morrow.

Timidly Dick asked leave to have Lass sleep on the foot of his
cot-bed. After a second telegraphing of glances, his parents
consented. Half an hour later the playmates were sound asleep,
the puppy snuggling deep in the hollow of her master's arm, her
furry head across his thin chest.

It was in this pose that Hazen found them when, late in the
evening, he tiptoed into Dick's cubby-hole room. He gazed down at
the slumberous pair for a space, while he fought and conquered an
impulse toward fair play. Then he stooped to pick up the dog.

Lass, waking at the slight creak of a floorboard, lifted her
head. At sight of the figure leaning above her adored master, the
lip curled back from her white teeth. Far down in her throat a
growl was born. Then she recognized the intruder as the man who
had petted her and fed her that evening. The growl died in her
throat, giving place to a welcoming thump or two of her bushy
tail. Dick stirred uneasily.

Patting the puppy lightly on her upraised head, Hazen picked up
Lass in his arms and tiptoed out of the room with her. Mistaking
this move for a form of caress, she tried to lick his face. The
man winced.

Downstairs and out into the street Hazen bore his trustful little
burden, halting only to put on his hat, and for a whispered word
with his wife. For nearly a mile he carried the dog. Lass greatly
enjoyed the ride. She was pleasantly tired, and it was nice to be