and none
forgot, Bobby went up to the lodge to sit for an hour with Mistress
Jeanie. There he was called "croodlin' doo"--which was altogether
absurd--by the fond old woman. As neat of plumage, and as busy and
talkative about small domestic matters as the robin, Bobby loved to
watch the wifie stirring savory messes over the fire, watering her
posies, cleaning the fluttering skylark's cage, or just sitting by the
hearth or in the sunny doorway with him, knitting warm stockings for her
rheumatic gude-mon.

Out in the kirkyard Bobby trotted dutifully at the caretaker's heels.
When visitors were about he did not venture to take a nap in the open
unless Mr. Brown was on guard, and, by long and close companionship with
him, the aging man could often tell what Bobby was dreaming about. At
a convulsive movement and a jerk of his head the caretaker would say to
the wifie, if she chanced to be near:

"Leuk at that, noo, wull ye? The sperity bit was takin' thae fou'
vermin." And again, when the muscles of his legs worked rhythmically,
"He's rinnin' wi' the laddies or the braw soldiers on the braes."

Bobby often woke from a dream with a start, looked dazed, and then
foolish, at the vivid imaginings of sleep. But when, in a doze, he half
stretched himself up on his short, shagged fore paws, flattened out, and
then awoke and lay so, very still, for a time, it was Mistress Jeanie
who said:

"Preserve us a'! The bonny wee was dreamin' o' his maister's deith, an'
noo he's greetin' sair."

At that she took her little stool and sat on the grave beside him. But
Mr. Brown bit his teeth in his pipe, limped away, and stormed at his
daft helper laddie, who didn't appear to know a violet from a burdock.

Ah! who can doubt that, so deeply were scene and word graven on his
memory, Bobby often lived again the hour of his bereavement, and heard
Auld Jock's last words:

"Gang--awa'--hame--laddie!"

Homeless on earth, gude Auld Jock had gone to a place prepared for him.
But his faithful little dog had no home. This sacred spot was merely
his tarrying place, where he waited until such a time as that mysterious
door should open for him, perchance to an equal sky, and he could slip
through and find his master.

On the morning of the day when the Grand Leddy came Bobby watched the
holiday crowd gather on Heriot's Hospital grounds. The mothers and
sisters of hundreds of boys were there, looking on at the great match
game of cricket. Bobby dro