Lassie Come Home Page #2

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Look at her.

She's beautiful.

Collie.

She doesn't seem well, Grandfather.

Nonsense. Nothing wrong with the dog.

Nothing at all.

Hynes! Where on earth

is that idiot hiding?

Coming, Your Grace.

Yes, sir, you called me?

Hynes, what's the matter with that dog?

She looks a bit off-color.

Sir, they spoil them

in them there cottages.

Treat them with a silver spoon,

as you might say.

But I'll see she gets over it.

She'll take her food kennel-way in a while.

You keep an eye on that dog, Hynes.

- Yes, sir, I will.

- You'd better.

If you don't, I'll tan your hide, my lad.

That's what I'll do.

- Yes, Your Grace.

- Come along, child.

I'll see you eat

before I'm through with you.

I'll see you eat,

if I have to shove it down your throat.

Lassie, you've come back.

Mother, I've got a surprise for you.

Lassie's come home.

I was coming out of school...

and there she was,

waiting for me right where she always is.

- I could see she was lonely for all of us...

- No.

But, Mother, she's come home.

- We could hide her. We could say...

- No!

Now get her out of here.

Before you know it, we'll have that Hynes

around here, that know-it-all Hynes.

Father, you might at least

say something to her.

It isn't her fault that she's happy

to be home. Just pat her.

You know, happen they don't know

how to care for her right up at the kennels.

I wonder if they understand

how to feed her properly.

The men in this village

think more of their tykes...

than they do of their own flesh and blood.

But truly, Mother, she does look thin.

I do believe they're not feeding her right.

I wouldn't put it past

that Mr. Know-it-all Hynes...

to steal the best part of the dog meat

for himself.

By gum, she does look a bit poorly.

I better get her a little something.

She could do with it, or I don't know dogs.

But the minute she's fed, back she goes.

That's no way to do it, lad.

If you're going to do it,

you ought to learn to do it right.

Sit, girl. Here, now.

Now, Sam, that's enough brushing.

Let her eat her food,

and take her back to where she belongs.

You wouldn't have me take her back

looking like a mucky Monday wash.

Look, Sam,

if you don't hurry her back soon...

It's that man Hynes.

I thought so.

I thought as how I'd find her here.

I was cleaning her up a bit,

then I were off to bring her back.

Yes, I'll bet you was.

It so happens I'll take her back myself...

seeing as how I happened to drop in,

as you might say.

I wasn't born yesterday.

I know all about you Yorkshiremen

and your come-home dogs...

training them to run back home,

so you can sell them to someone else.

It won't work with me,

'cause I know a trick or two myself, I do...

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