"First, our forgetting to bring along Laddie's suitcase, though I could have sworn I saw you lift it aboard,--and then the judge not being here; and now this horrid collie with his wonderful coat! What next, I wonder ?" Like a well-staged bit of mechanism, the reply to her rhetorical question came down to her from heaven.

It came in the shape of a thunder-roll that began far off and reverberated from mountain to mountain; then muttered itself into silence in the more distant hills.
The Mistress, like everyone else, looked skyward.
The hazy blue of the summer noon was paling to dirty gray and black.

Up from the Hudson, a fast-mounting array of dun and flame-shot clouds were butting their bullying way.

No weather-prophet was needed to tell these hillcountry folk that they were in for a thunderstorm;--and for what one kennel-man described as "a reg'lar ol' he-one," at that.
Now, under right conditions, an open-air dogshow is a thing of beauty and of joy.

At such places as Tuxedo and one or two others it is a sight to be remembered.