come back. He has always been hoping she would. And they told him
you have her. Now, sir, I am a poor man, but if one hundred
dollars will make you sell me that dog, I'll send it to you in a
money order by return mail. It will be worth ten times that much,
to my wife and me, to have Dick happy again. I inclose a stamp.
Will you let me know?"

Six weeks afterward The Place's car brought Dick Hazen across to
receive his long-lost pet.

The boy was thinner and shakier and whiter than when he had gone
to sleep with his cherished puppy curled against his narrow
chest. But there was a light in his eyes and an eagerness in his
heart that had not been there in many a long week.

Lass was on the veranda to welcome him. And as Dick scrambled out
of the car and ran to pick her up, she came more than half-way to
meet him. With a flurry of fast-pattering steps and a bark of
eager welcome, she flung herself upon her long-vanished master.
For a highbred collie does not forget. And at first glimpse of
the boy Lass remembered him.

Dick caught her up in his arms--a harder feat than of yore,
because of her greater weight and his own sapped strength,--and
hugged her tight to his breast. Winking very fast indeed to
disperse tears that had no place in the eyes of a self-contained
man of twelve, he sputtered rapturously:

"I KNEW I'd find you, Lassie--I knew it all the time;--even the
times when I was deadsure I wouldn't! Gee, but you've grown,