You'll be no worse off there than you were all winter.
A night in jail may teach you to be a decent, house-broke dog; and not a mutt." As he was on the way back to his study, in the sunset, the car came down the drive, bearing the Mistress.

Lad was seated in solemn joy on the front seat, at her side.

The big collie loved motoring.

And, as a rule, he was relegated to the back seat.

But when the Mistress went out alone, his was the tremendously-enjoyed privilege of sitting in front, beside her.
"I had to lick Lady," reported the Master, shamefacedly, as he helped his wife from the car.