At a second summons, she appeared from around the corner of the stables; moving close to the ground, and with many wriggles of protest.

Twice, she stopped; and looked appealingly at the man.
The Master hardened his soul against the prettily pathetic appeal in her eyes and actions; and called her to him again.

His own momentary anger against the luckless youngster was gone,--the more so since the eagle had not been damaged by its fall,--but he knew it was needful to impress strongly on Lady the fact of her punishment.

This for her own sake as much as for his; since a housedog is worthless until it learns that each and every indoor object must be respected and held sacred from mutilation.
Wherefore, he was minded to spare Lady from any future punishment by making this present lesson sink deep into her brain.

Disregarding her manifest aversion for the tool-house, he motioned her into it and shut the door behind her.
"You'll stay there, till morning," he told her, as he closed the window and glanced in at the forlorn little wisp of fur and misery.