Not that there could be anything of the remotest interest to a dog in the sight of flanneled young people swatting a ball back and forth.

But Lad was a privileged guest at all outdoor functions; and he enjoyed being with his two deities.
Thus, when the two climbed the clubhouse veranda, Lad was at their heels; pacing along in majestic unhappiness and not turning his beautiful head in response to any of a dozen greetings flung at him.
The Mistress found a seat among a bevy of neighbors.

Lad lay down, decorously, at her feet; and refused to display the faintest interest in anything that went on around him.
The playing had not yet begun.

New arrivals were drifting up the steps of the clubhouse.

Car after car disgorged women in sport clothes and men in knickerbockers or flannels.