It did not belong at the Place.
Lad happened to see it, lying there in the highway.

And he brought it, forthwith, to the house; carrying it daintily between his mighty jaws; and laying it on the living-room floor in front of the astonished Mistress.

Probably, he laid it before her, instead of before the Master, because she was the first of the two whom he happened to encounter.

It is doubtful if he realized that a parasol is a purely feminine adjunct;--although the Mistress always declared he did.
She picked up the gift and looked it over with real admiration.

It was a flimsily beautiful and costly thing; whose ivory handle was deftly carven and set with several uncut stones; and whose deep fringe of lace was true Venetian Point.
"Why, Laddie!" she exclaimed, in wondering delight.