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R, as he would the other way. I can offer a reward for her, too." There
was a long and thought-crammed pause. The woman plunged deep into the
silences as her fat brain wrought over the suggestion. Then-- "Maybe you
HAVE got just a few grains of sense, after all, Ed," grudgingly
vouchsafed Mrs. Hazen. "It isn't a bad idea. Only he'll grieve a lot for
her." "He'll be hoping, though," said her husband. "He'll be hoping all
the while. That always takes the razor-edge off of grieving. Leave it to
me." That was the happiest day Dick Hazen had ever known. And it was the
first actively happy day in all Lass's five months of life. Boy and dog
spent hours in a ramble through the woods. They began Lass's
education--which was planned to include more intricate tricks than a
performing elephant and a troupe of circus dogs could hope to learn in a
lifetime. They became sworn chums. Dick talked to Lass as if she were
human. She amazed the enraptured boy by her cleverness and spirits. His
initiation to the dog-masters' guild was joyous and complete. It was a
tired and ravenous pair of friends who scampered home at dinner-time
that evening. The pallor was gone from Dick's face. His cheeks were
glowing, and his eyes shone. He ate greedily. His parents looked
covertly a
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