If the Big Lady wishes it so, then Lady herself is quivering with excitement to comply.

In the blink of eye, Harry is totally smothered -- just this side of bowled over, in fact -- by whining, licking, wagging, whimpering, clamoring wolfhound.

"There there!" He laughs and roughhouses with Lady and all other comers, and if there was any doubt that Harry Percy was home, this can only dispel it. He grins up at Kate, Lady perched squarely in his lap. "And here I had thought to smell sweeter for my mother."