Having done his share toward settling the bird's dilemma, Laddie stood back and watched in grave interest while the Mistress lifted the fluttering infant and put it back in the nest whence it had fallen.
"That makes the fifth baby bird Laddie has brought to me in a month," she commented, as she and the Master turned back toward the house.

"To say nothing of two field mice and a broken-winged bat.

He seems to think I'll know what to do for them." "I only hope he won't happen upon a newborn rattlesnake or copperhead and bring it to you for refuge," answered the Master.

"I never saw another dog, except a trained pointer or setter, that could handle birds so tenderly.

He--" The bumping of a badly handled rowboat, against the dock, at the foot of the lawn, a hundred yards below, checked his rambling words.