The eye-tooth s***h that would have cut the little girl's arm to the bone, sent a red furrow athwart Lad's massive shoulder.
Before Lady could snap again, or, indeed, could get over her surprise at her mate's intervention, Lad was shouldering her off the edge of the veranda steps. Very gently he did this, and with no show of teeth. But he did it with much firmness.
In angry amazement at such rudeness on the part of her usually subservient mate, Lady snarled ferociously, and bit at him.
Just then, the child's mother, roused from her letter-writing by the turmoil, came rushing to her endangered offspring's rescue.
"He growled at Baby," she reported hysterically, as the noise brought the Master out of his study and to the veranda on the run. "He growled at her, and then he and
