Into his sad eyes sprang a flicker of warm friendliness.

Unbidden--oblivious of everyone else he trotted across to where the Mistress sat.

He put one tiny white paw in her lap; and stood thus, looking up lovingly into her face, tail awag, eyes shining.
"There's no question whose dog he's going to be," laughed the Master.
"He's elected you,--by acclamation." The Mistress caught up into her arms the halfgrown youngster, petting his silken head, running her white fingers through his shining mahogany coat; making crooning little friendly noises to him.
Lad forgot he was a dignified and stately pocket-edition of a collie.
Under this spell, he changed in a second to an excessively loving and nestling and adoring puppy.
"Just the same," interposed the Master, "we've been stung.

I wanted a dog to guard the Place and to be a menace to burglars and all that sort of thing.

And they've sent us a Teddy-Bear.