came out to galleries and stairs to study their catechisms。 Only the birds were unaware of the seventh day； and went about their melodious business； and flower buds opened to the sun。
In mid…morning there suddenly broke on the sweet stillness that clamor of discordant bells that made the wayfarer in Edinburgh stop his ears。 All the way from Leith Harbor to the Burghmuir eight score of warring bells contended to be heard。 Greyfriars alone was silent in that babblement； for it had lost tower and bell in an explosion of gunpowder。 And when the din ceased at last there was a sound of military music。 The Castle gates swung wide； and a kilted regiment marched down High Street playing 〃God Save the Queen。〃 When Bobby was in good spirits the marching music got into his legs and set him to dancing scandalously。 The caretaker and his wifie always came around the kirk on pleasant mornings to see the bonny sight of the gay soldiers going to church。
To wee Bobby these good； comfortable； everyday friends of his must have seemed strange in their black garments and their serious Sunday faces。 And； ah！ the Sabbath must； indeed； have been a dull day to the little dog。 He had learned that when the earliest comer clicked the wicket he must go under the table…tomb and console himself with the extra bone that Mr。 Traill never failed to remember。 With an hour's respite for dinner at the lodge； between the morning and afternoon services； he lay there all day。 The restaurant was closed； and there was no running about for good dogs。 In the early dark of winter he could come out and trot quietly about the silent； deserted place。
As soon as the crocuses pushed their green noses through the earth in the spring the congregation began to linger among the graves； for to see an old burying ground renew its life is a peculiar promise of the resurrection。 By midsummer visitors were coming from afar； some even from over…sea； to read the quaint inscriptions on the old tombs； or to lay tributes of flowers on the graves of poets and religious heroes。 It was not until the late end of such a day that Bobby could come out of hiding to stretch his cramped legs。 Then it was that tenement children dropped from low windows； over the tombs； and ate their suppers of oat cake there in the fading light。
When Mr。 Traill left the kirkyard in the bright evening of the last Sunday in May he stopped without to wait for Dr。 Lee； the minister of Greyfriars auld kirk； who had been behind him to the gate。 Now he was nowhere to be seen。 With Bobby ever in the background of his mind； at such times of possible discovery； Mr。 Traill reentered the kirkyard。 The minister was sitting on the fallen slab； tall silk hat off； with Mr。 Brown standing beside him； uncovered and miserable of aspect； and Bobby looking up anxiously at this new element in his fate。
〃Do you think it seemly for a dog to be living in the churchyard； Mr。 Brown？〃 The minister's voice was merely kind and inquiring； but the caretaker was in fault； and this good English was disconcerting。 However； his conscience acquitted him of moral wrong； and his sturdy Scotch independence came to the rescue。
〃Gin a bit dog； wha hands 'is gab； isna seemly； thae pussies are the deil's ain bairns。〃
The minister lifted his hand in rebuke。 〃Remember the Sabbath Day。 And I see no cats； Mr。 Brown。〃
〃Ye wullna see ony as lang as the wee doggie is leevin' i' the kirkyaird。 An' the vermin hae sneekit awa' the first time sin' Queen Mary's day。 An' syne there's mair singin' birdies than for mony a year。〃
Mr。 Traill had listened； unseen。 Now he came forward with a gay challenge in broad Scotch to put the all but routed caretaker at his ease。
〃Doctor； I hae a queistion to spier ye。 Which is mair unseemly： a weel…behavin' bittie tyke i' the kirkyaird or a scandalous organ i' the kirk？〃
〃Ah； Mr。 Traill； I'm afraid you're a sad； irreverent young dog yourself； sir。〃 The minister broke into a genial laugh。 〃Man； you've spoiled a bit of fun I was having with Mr。 Brown； who takes his duties 'sairiously。〃' He sat looking down at the little dog until Bobby came up to him and stood confidingly under his caressing hand。 Then he added： 〃I have suspected for some months that he was living in the churchyard。 It is truly remarkable that an active； noisy little Skye could keep so still about it。〃
At that Mr。 Brown retreated to the martyrs' monument to meditate on the unministerial behavior of this minister and professor of Biblical criticism in the University。 Mr。 Traill； however； sat himself down on the slab for a pleasant probing into the soul of this courageous dominie； who had long been under fire for his innovations in the kirk services。
〃I heard of Bobby first early in the winter； from a Bible…reader at the Medical Mission in the Cowgate； who saw the little dog's master buried。 He sees many strange； sad things in his work； but nothing ever shocked him so as the lonely death of that pious old shepherd in such a picturesque den of vice and misery。〃
〃Ay； he went from my place； fair ill； into the storm。 I never knew whaur the auld man died。〃
The minister looked at Mr。 Traill； struck by the note of remorse in his tone。
〃The missionary returned to the churchyard to look for the dog that had refused to leave the grave。 He concluded that Bobby had gone away to a new home and master； as most dogs do go sooner or later。 Some weeks afterward the minister of a small church in the hills inquired for him and insisted that he was still here。 This last week； at the General Assembly； I heard of the wee Highlander from several sources。 The tales of his escapes from the sheep…farm have grown into a sort of Odyssey of the Pentlands。 I think； perhaps； if you had not continued to feed him； Mr。 Traill； he might have remained at his old home。〃
〃Nae； I'm no' thinking so； and I was no' willing to risk the starvation of the bonny； leal Highlander。〃
Until the stars came out Mr。 Traill sat there telling the story。 At mention of his master's name Bobby returned to the mound and stretched himself across it。 〃I will go before the kirk officers； Doctor Lee； and tak' full responseebility。 Mr。 Brown is no' to blame。 It would have tak'n a man with a heart of trap…rock to have turned the woeful bit dog out。〃
〃He is well cared for and is of a hardy breed； so he is not likely to suffer； but a dog； no more than a man； cannot live on bread alone。 His heart hungers for love。〃
〃Losh！〃 cried Mr。 Brown。 〃Are ye thinkin' he isna gettin' it？ Oor bairns are a' oot o' the hame nest； an' ma woman； Jeanie； is fair daft aboot Bobby； aye thinkin' he'll tak' the measles。 An' syne； there's a' the tenement bairns cryin' oot on 'im ilka meenit； an' ane crippled laddie he een lets fondle 'im。〃
〃Still； it would be better if he belonged to some one master。 Everybody's dog is nobody's dog；〃 the minister insisted。 〃I wish you could attach him to you； Mr。 Traill。〃
〃Ay； it's a disappointment to me that he'll no' bide with me。 Perhaps； in time〃
〃It's nae use； ava；〃 Mr。 Brown interrupted； and he related the incident of the evening before。 〃He's cheerfu' eneugh maist o' the time； an' likes to be wi' the laddies as weel as ony dog； but he isna forgettin' Auld Jock。 The wee doggie cam' again to 'is maister's buryin'。 Man； ye ne'er saw the like o' it。 The wifie found 'im flattened oot to a furry door…mat； an' greetin' to brak 'is heart。〃
〃It's a remarkable story； and he's a beautiful little dog； and a leal one。〃 The minister stooped and patted Bobby； and he was thoughtful all the way to the gate。
〃The matter need not be brought up in any formal way。 I will speak to the elders and deacons about it privately； and refer those wanting details to you； Mr。 Traill。 Mr。 Brown；〃 he called to the caretaker who stood in the lodge door； 〃it cannot be pleasing to God to see the little creature restrained。 Give Bobby his liberty on the Sabbath。〃
VIII。
It was more than eight years after Auld Jock fled from the threat of a doctor that Mr。 Traill's prediction； that his tongue would get him into trouble with the magistrates； was fulfilled； and then it was because of the least…considered slip in speaking to a boyhood friend who happened to be a Burgh policeman。
Many things had tried the landlord of Ye Olde Greyfriars Dining…Rooms。 After a series of soft April days； in which lilacs budded and birds sang in the kirkyard； squalls of wind and rain came up out of the sea…roaring east。 The smoky old town of Edinburgh was so shaken and beaten upon and icily drenched that rattling finials and tiles were torn from ancient gables and whirled abroad。 Rheumatic pains were driven into the joints of the elderly。 Mr。 Brown took to his bed in the lodge； and Mr。 Traill was touchy in his temper。
A sensitive little dog learns to read the human barometer with a degree of accuracy rarely attained by fellowmen and； in times of low pressure； wisely effaces himself。 His rough thatch streaming； Bobby trotted in blithely for his dinner； ate it under the settle； shook himself dry； and dozed half the afternoon。
To the casual observer the wee terrier was no older than when his master died。 As swift of foot and as sound of wind as he had ever been； he could tear across country at the heels of a new