![]() We could hide her, They wouldn't never know. I thought, happen this time, we might just" He spoke fast, as if racing against time. "She were waiting at school for me, just like always," the boy went on. The woman went to the sink and busied herself there. The man, sitting on a low stool by the fireside, kept his eyes turned away. Going head down, as a collie will when it knows something is wrong, it went to the rug and lay down before the hearth, a black-white-and-gold aristocrat. He held open the door, the tricolor collie walked in obediently. But the man and woman inside the cottage did not speak. He waited a moment, as if in hope of something. "Mother," he said, "Lassie's come home again." So when he opened the door of the cottage, he spoke before he entered. ![]() ![]() ![]() Now she couldn't understand that times were changed and she wasn't supposed to be there any more. The dog had met the boy by the school gate for five years. I hope it can remain, though, since I am not aware of it being in print anywhere. I'm not sure of the copyright status of this short story, but I did find a copy online.Īs always, the caveatif it can't legally stay, I remove it. Lassie Web: "Lassie Come-Home" The Short Story ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |