weather　he　took　his　frequent　naps　on　the　turf　above　his　master；　or　he　sat　on　the　fallen　table…tomb　in　the　sun。　On　foul　days　he　watched　the　grave　from　under　the　slab；　and　to　that　spot　he　returned　from　every　skirmish　against　the　enemy。　Visitors　stopped　to　speak　to　him。　Favored　ones　were　permitted　to　read　the　inscription　on　his　collar　and　to　pat　his　head。　It　seemed；　therefore；　the　most　natural　thing　in　the　world　when　the　greatest　lady　in　England；　beside　the　Queen；　the　Baroness　Burdett…Coutts；　came　all　the　way　from　London　to　see　Bobby。
  Except　that　it　was　the　first　Monday　in　June；　and　Founder's　Day　at　Heriot's　Hospital；　it　was　like　any　other　day　of　useful　work；　innocent　pleasure；　and　dreaming　dozes　on　Auld　Jock's　grave　to　wee　Bobby。　　As　years　go；　the　shaggy　little　Skye　was　an　old　dog；　but　he　was　not　feeble　or　blind　or　unhappy。　A　terrier；　as　a　rule；　does　not　live　as　long　as　more　sluggish　breeds　of　dogs；　but；　active　to　the　very　end；　he　literally　wears　himself　out　tearing　around；　and　then　goes；　little　soldier；　very　suddenly；　dying　gallantly　with　his　boots　on。
  In　the　very　early　mornings　of　the　northern　summer　Bobby　woke　with　the　birds；　a　long　time　before　the　reveille　was　sounded　from　the　Castle。　He　scampered　down　to　the　circling　street　of　tombs　at　once；　and　not　until　the　last　prowler　had　been　dispatched；　or　frightened　into　his　burrow；　did　he　return　for　a　brief　nap　on　Auld　Jock's　grave。
  All　about　him　the　birds　fluttered　and　hopped　and　gossiped　and　foraged；　unafraid。　They　were　used；　by　this　time；　to　seeing　the　little　dog　lying　motionless；　his　nose　on　his　paws。　Often　some　tidbit　of　food　lay　there；　brought　for　Bobby　by　a　stranger。　He　had　learned　that　a　Scotch　bun　dropped　near　him　was　a　feast　that　brought　feathered　visitors　about　and　won　their　confidence　and　cheerful　companionship。　When　he　awoke　he　lay　there　lolling　and　blinking；　following　the　blue　rovings　of　the　titmice　and　listening　to　the　foolish　squabbles　of　the　sparrows　and　the　shrewish　scoldings　of　the　wrens。　He　always　started　when　a　lark　sprang　at　his　feet　and　a　cataract　of　melody　tumbled　from　the　sky。
  But；　best　of　all；　Bobby　loved　a　comfortable　and　friendly　robin　redbreastnot　the　American　thrush　that　is　called　a　robin；　but　the　smaller　Old　World　warbler。　It　had　its　nest　of　grass　and　moss　and　feathers；　and　many　a　silver　hair　shed　by　Bobby；　low　in　a　near…by　thorn　bush。　In　sweet　and　plaintive　talking　notes　it　told　its　little　dog　companion　all　about　the　babies　that　had　left　the　nest　and　the　new　brood　that　would　soon　be　there。　On　the　morning　of　that　wonderful　day　of　the　Grand　Leddy's　first　coming；　Bobby　and　the　redbreast　had　a　pleasant　visit　together　before　the　casements　began　to　open　and　the　tenement　bairns　called　down　their　morning　greeting：
  〃A　gude　day　to　ye；　Bobby。〃
  By　the　time　all　these　courtesies　had　been　returned　Tammy　came　in　at　the　gate　with　his　college　books　strapped　on　his　back。　The　old　Cunzic　Neuk　had　been　demolished　by　Glenormiston；　and　Tammy；　living　in　better　quarters；　was　studying　to　be　a　teacher　at　Heriot's。　Bobby　saw　him　settled；　and　then　he　had　to　escort　Mr。　Brown　down　from　the　lodge。　The　caretaker　made　his　way　about　stiffly　with　a　cane　and；　with　the　aid　of　a　young　helper　who　exasperated　the　old　gardener　by　his　cheerful　inefficiency；　kept　the　auld　kirkyard　in　beautiful　order。
  〃Eh；　ye　gude…for…naethin'　tyke；〃　he　said　to　Bobby；　in　transparent　pretense　of　his　uselessness。　〃Get　to　wark；　or　I'll　hae　a　young　dog　in　to　gie　ye　a　lift；　an'　syne　whaur'll　ye　be？〃
  Bobby　jumped　on　him　in　open　delight　at　this；　as　much　as　to　say：　〃Ye　may　be　as　dour　as　ye　like；　but　ilka　body　kens　ye're　gude…hearted。〃
  Morning　and　evening　numerous　friends　passed　the　gate；。　and　the　wee　dog　waited　for　them　on　the　wicket。　Dr。　George　Ross　and　Mr。　Alexander　McGregor　shook　Bobby's　lifted　paw　and　called　him　a　sonsie　rascal。　Small　merchants；　students；　clerks；　factory　workers；　house　servants；　laborers　and　vendors；　all　honest　and　useful　people；　had　come　up　out　of　these　old　tenements　within　Bobby's　memory；　and　others　had　gone　down；　alas！　into　the　Cowgate。　But　Bobby's　tail　wagged　for　these　unfortunates；　too；　and　some　of　them　had　no　other　friend　in　the　world　beside　that　uncalculating　little　dog。
  When　the　morning　stream　of　auld　acquaintance　had　gone　by；　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　absurdby　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：
  〃Gangawa'hameladdie！〃
  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　dropped　over　the　wall　and　scampered　about；　taking　a　merry　part　in　the　play。　When　the　pupils'　procession　was　formed；　and　the　long　line　of　grinning　and　nudging　laddies　marched　in　to　service　in　the　chapel　and　dinner　in　the　hall；　he　was　set　up　over　the　kirkyard　wall；　hundreds　of　hands　were　waved　to　him；　and　voices　called　back：　〃Fareweel；　Bobby！〃　Then　the　time…gun　boomed　from　the　Castle；　and　the　little　dog　trotted　up　for　his　dinner　and　nap　under　the　settle　and　his　daily　visit　with　Mr。　Traill。
  In　fair　weather；　when　the　last　guest　had　departed　and　the　music　bells　of　St。　Giles　had　ceased　playing；　the　landlord　was　fond　of　standing　in　his　doorway；　bareheaded　and　in　shirt…sleeves　and　apron；　to　exchange　opinions　on　politics；　literature　and　religion；　or　to　tell　Bobby's　story　to　what　passers…by　he　could　beguile　into　talk。　At　his　feet；　there；　was　a　fine　place　for　a　sociable　little　dog　to　spend　an　hour。　When　he　was　ready　to　go　Bobby　set　his　paws　upon　Mr。　Traill　and　waited　for　the　landlord's　hand　to　be　laid　on　his　head　and　the　man　to　say；　in　the　dialect　the　little　dog　best　understood：　〃Bide　a　wee。　Ye're　no'　needin'　to　gang　sae　sune；　laddie！〃
  At　that　he　dropped；　barked　politely；　wagged　his　tail；　and　was　off。　If　Mr。　Traill　really　wanted　to　detain　Bobby　he　had　only　to　withhold　the　magic　word　〃laddie；〃　that　no　one　else　had　used　toward　the　little　dog　since　Auld　Jock　died。　But　if　the　word　was　too　long　in　coming；　Bobby　would　thrash　his　tail　about　impatiently；　look　up　appealingly；　and　finally　rise　and　beg　and　whimper。
  〃Weel；　then；　bide　wi'　me；　an'　ye'll　get　it　ilka　hour　o'　the　day；　ye　sonsie；　wee；　talon'　bit！　What　are　ye　hangin'　aroond　for？　Ehweelgang　awa'　wi'　ye…　…laddie！〃　The　landlord　sighed　and　looked　down　reproachfully。　With　a　delighted　yelp；　and　a　lick　of　the　lingering　hand；　Bobby　was　off。
  It　was　after　three　o'clock　on　this　day　when　he　returned　to　the　kirkyard。　The　caretaker　was　working　at　the　upper　end；　and　the　little　dog　was　lonely。　But；　long　enough　absent　from　his　master；　Bobby　lay　down　on　the　grave；　in　the　stillness　of　the　mid…afternoon。　The　robin　made　a　brief　call　and；　as　no　other　birds　were　about；　hopped　upon　Bobby's　back；　perched　on　his　head；　and　warbled　a　little　song。　It　was　then　that　the　gate　clicked。　Dismissing　her　carriage　and　telling　the　coachman　to　return　at　five；　Lady　Burdett…Coutts　entered　the　kirkyard。
  Bobby　trotted　around　the　kirk　on　the　chance　of　meeting　a　friend。　He　looked　up　intently　at　the　strange　lady　for　a　moment；　and　she　stood　still　and　looked　down　at　him。　She　was　not　a　beautiful　lady；　nor　very　young。　Indeed；　she　was　a　few　ye