went about his ordinary routine of life as if the artist
was not there at all. One morning the wee terrier was found sitting on
the table-tomb, on his haunches, looking up toward the Castle, where
clouds and birds were blown around the sun-gilded battlements.

His attitude might have meant anything or nothing, for the man who
looked at him from above could not see his expression. And all at once
he realized that to see Bobby a human being must get down to his level.
To the scandal of the children, he lay on his back on the grass and did
nothing at all but look up at Bobby until the little dog moved. Then he
set the wee Highlander up on an altar-topped shaft just above the level
of the human eye. Indifferent at the moment as to what was done to him,
Bobby continued to gaze up and out, wistfully and patiently, upon this
masterless world. As plainly as a little dog could speak, Bobby said:

"I hae bided lang an' lanely. Hoo lang hae I still to bide? An' syne,
wull I be gangin' to Auld Jock?"

The Grand Leddy saw that at once, and tears started to her eyes when
she came in to find the artist sketching with feverish rapidity. She
confessed that she had looked into Bobby's eyes, but she had never truly
seen that mourning little creature before. He had only to be set up so,
in bronze, and looking through the kirkyard gate, to tell his own story
to the most careless passerby. The image of the simple memorial was
clear in her mind, and it seemed unlikely that anything could be added
to it, when she left the kirkyard.

As she was getting into her carriage a noble collie, but one with a
discouraged tail and hanging tongue, came out of Forest Road. He had
done a hard morning's work, of driving a flock from the Pentlands to the
cattle and sheep market, and then had hunted far and unsuccessfully
for water. He nosed along the gutter, here and there licking from the
cobblestones what muddy moisture had not drained away from a recent
rain. The same lady who had fed the carrots to the coster's donkey in
London turned hastily into Ye Olde Greyfriars Dining-Rooms, and asked
Mr. Traill for a basin of water. The landlord thought he must have
misunderstood her. "Is it a glass of water your Leddyship's wanting?"

"No, a basin, please; a large one, and very quickly."

She took it from him, hurried out, and set it under the thirsty animal's
nose. The collie lapped it eagerly until the water was gone, then looked
up and, by waggings and lick