Thus, one morning, an official letter was received at The Place, asking the Master to enter all his available dogs for the Show--at one dollar apiece for each class--and to contribute, if he should so desire, the sum of fifteen dollars, besides, for the purchase of a Specialty Cup. The Mistress was far more excited over the coming event than was the Master. And it was she who suggested the nature of the Specialty for which the fifteen-dollar cup should be offered. The next outgoing mail bore the Master's check for a cup. "To be awarded to the oldest and best-cared-for dog, of any breed, in the Show." It was like the Mistress to think of that, and to reward the dog-owner whose pet's old age had been made happiest. Hers was destined to be the most popular Specialty of the entire Show. The Master, at first, was disposed to refuse the invitation to take any of his collies to Hampton. The dogs were, for the most part, out of coat. The weather was warm. At these amateur shows--as at too many professional exhibits--there was always danger of some sick dog spreading epidemic. Moreover, the living-room trophy-shelf at The Place was already comfortably filled with cups; won at similar contests. Then, too, the Master had somehow acquired a most causeless and cordial dislike for the Wall Street Farmer. "I believe I'll send an extra ten dollars," he told the Mistress, "and save the dogs a day of torment. What do you think?" By way of answer, the Mistress sat down on the floor where Lad was sprawled, asleep. She ran her fingers through his forest of ruff. The great dog's brush pounded drowsily against the floor at the loved touch; and he raised his head for further caress. "Laddie's winter coat is coming in beautifully," she said at last. "I don't suppose there'll be another dog there with such a coat. Besides, it's to be outdoors, you see. So he won't catch any sickness. If it were a four-day show--if it were anything longer than a one-day show--he shouldn't go a step. But, you see, I'd be right there with him all the time. And I'd take him into the ring myself, as I did at Madison Square Garden. And he won't be unhappy or lonely or--or anything. And I always love to have people see how splendid he is. And those Specialty Trophies are pretty, sometimes. So--so we'll do just whatever you say about it." Which, naturally, settled the matter, once and for all. When a printed copy of the Specialty Lists arrived, a week later, the Mistress and the Master scanned eagerly its pages. There were cups offered for the best tri-color collie, for the best mother-and-litter, for the collie with the finest under-and-outer coat, for the best collie exhibited by a woman, for the collie whose get had won most prizes in other shows. At the very bottom of the section, and in type six points larger than any other announcement on the whole schedule, were the words: