The spotted calf came to his rescue.

The calf had been watching them from the first, very much interested in the visitor; and now as she approached his tree, he stretched out his neck as far as the tether permitted and sniffed insistently.

She paused and patted him on the head.

The calf acknowledged the caress with a grateful _moo_; there was a plaintive light in his liquid eyes.
"Poor thing--he's lonely!" She turned to the young man and spoke with an accent of reproach.

"The four guests of the Hotel du Lac don't show him enough attention." The young man shrugged.
"We're tired of calves.