He was content to accept the miracle; and to rejoice in it with all his great honest heart.
Knowing nothing of feminine psychology, he could not realize that a week of Puppy Wolf's sole and undiluted companionship had bored Lady horribly and had begun to get on her nerves;--nor that she had learned to miss and yearn for the big, wise, ever-gentle mate whom she had so long neglected.
It was enough for Lad to know that he was no longer a neglected outsider, in the Place's canine family; but that his worshiped mate was wild with joy to see him again.
"Look!" said the Master.

"The old chap has forgiven her for every bit of her rottenness to him.

He's insanely happy, just because she chooses to make much of him, once more." "Yes," assented the Mistress, cryptically "Sometimes dogs are pitifully--human!".