there. And the bottom of the car was annoyingly crowded by bumpy
bags and other gear.

Still, by the simple and ancestral process of turning himself
around several times, Lad was able to clear enough space on the
floor to permit of his lying down; albeit in a very compact
bunch.

He settled himself into place on the floor with a satisfied
jounce which loosened a car-rug draped over the trunk. Down
slithered the rug; and fell athwart the dog's shaggy back and one
of the bags. It was not heavy enough to annoy Lad or hurt his
feelings. And its draped folds served as the top of a sort of
cave for him. On the whole, Lad rather enjoyed the rug's descent.
It made his narrow resting-place snugger and warmer on this
chilly early morning. Patiently, Lad lay there; waiting for the
car to start.

He did not have long to wait. In another minute or two, the
Mistress and the Master came out from breakfast; and got into the
front seat. Then the car was breasting the winding slope of the
drive, in first speed; the faint jar of the engine sending
undulations over the mahogany-and-white coat of the stowaway dog.
And, in a minute more, they were out on the smooth highway,
headed for the distant Catskills.

Now, Lad had not the remotest notion he was a stowaway. On the
few times when it had not been convenient to take him on drives,
the Master had always bidden him stay at home. And when, at such
times, the dog chanced already to be its the car, he had been