ilure to see Bobby in the kirkyard. Greyfriars Dining-Rooms had more
distinguished visitors in a day than they had had in all the years since
Auld Jock died and a little dog fell there at the landlord's feet "a'
but deid wi' hunger."

Not one of all the grand folk who, inquired for Bobby at the kirkyard
or at the restaurant got a glimpse of him that day. But after they
were gone the tenement dwellers came up to the gate again, as they had
gathered the evening before, and begged that they might just tak' a look
at him and his braw collar. "The bonny bit is the bairns' ain doggie,
an' the Laird Provost himsel' told 'em he wasna to be neglectet," was
one mother's plea.

Ah! that was very true. To the grand folk who had come to see him, Bobby
was only a nine-days' wonder. His story had touched the hearts of all
orders of society. For a time strangers would come to see him, and then
they would forget all about him or remember him only fitfully. It was to
these poor people around the kirkyard, themselves forgotten by the more
fortunate, that the little dog must look for his daily meed of affection
and companionship. Mr. Traill spoke to them kindly.

"Bide a wee, noo, an' I'll fetch the doggie doon."

Bobby had slept blissfully nearly all the day, after his exhausting
labors and torturing pains. But with the sunset bugle he fretted to be
let out. Ailie had wept and pleaded, Mrs. Brown had reasoned with him,
and Mr. Brown had scolded, all to the end of persuading him to sleep in
"the hoose the nicht." But when no one was watching him Bobby crawled
from his rug and dragged himself to the door. He rapped the floor with
his tail in delight when Mr. Traill came in and bundled him up on the
rug, so he could lie easily, and carried him down to the gate.

For quite twenty minutes these neighbors and friends of Bobby filed by
silently, patted the shaggy little head, looked at the grand plate with
Bobby's and the Lord Provost's names upon it, and believed their own
wondering een. Bobby wagged his tail and lolled his tongue, and now and
then he licked the hand of a baby who had to be lifted by a tall brother
to see him. Shy kisses were dropped on Bobby's head by toddling bairns,
and awkward caresses by rough laddies. Then they all went home quietly,
and Mr. Traill carried the little dog around the kirk.

And there, ah! so belated, Auld Jock's grave bore its tribute of
flowers. Wreaths and nosegays, potted daffodils and primroses and