He knew that; in spite of the thick veil that covered the slumberer's face.

But it was also a bundle.

It was a bundle which might well be expected to delight the Mistress almost as much as had the parasol;--far more than had the defunct chicken.
Daintily, with infinite gentleness, Lad fixed his teeth in the loosest portion of the bundle that he could find; and lifted it.

It was amazingly heavy, even for so powerful a dog.

But difficulties had never yet swerved Lad from any set purpose.