Lad, in offended dignity, stalked past her and out of the house.
His quest having proven vain, he betook himself to the Harmons', arriving there as the Mistress and the Master emerged upon the veranda in company with their hosts.

In wild delight, Lad scampered up to the Mistress; his whole stately body wriggling in eager welcome, his tiny white forepaws patting at her feet, his muzzle thrusting itself into her cupped hand.
"Why, Lad!" she cried.

"Laddie! We were so worried about you.

They just phoned from the kennels that you had gotten away.

I might have known you'd find your way to us.