etched the scene in Haddo's Hole, where the tenement bairns poured
out as pure a gift of love and mercy and self-sacrifice as had ever
been laid at the foot of a Scottish altar. He told of the search for the
lately ransomed and lost terrier, by the lavish use of oil and candles;
of Bobby's coming down Castle Rock in the fog, battered and bruised for
a month's careful tending by an old Heriot laddie. His feet still showed
the scars of that perilous descent. He himself, remorseful, had gone
with the Biblereader from the Medical Mission in the Cowgate to the
dormer-lighted closet in College Wynd, where Auld Jock had died. Now he
described the classic fireplace of white freestone, with its boxed-in
bed, where the Pentland shepherd lay like some effigy on a bier, with
the wee guardian dog stretched on the flagged hearth below.

"What a subject for a monument!" The Grand Leddy looked across the top
of the slope at the sleeping Skye. "I suppose there is no portrait of
Bobby."

"Ay, your Leddyship; I have a drawing in the dining rooms, sketched
by Mr. Daniel Maclise. He was here a year or twa ago, just before his
death, doing some commission, and often had his tea in my bit place. I
told him Bobby's story, and he made the sketch for me as a souvenir of
his veesit."

"I am sure you prize it, Mr. Traill. Mr. Maclise was a talented artist,
but he was not especially an animal painter. There really is no one
since Landseer paints no more."

"I would advise you, Baroness, not to make that remark at an Edinburgh
dinner-table." Glenormiston was smiling. "The pride of Auld Reekie just
now is Mr. Gourlay Stelle, who was lately commanded to Balmoral Castle
to paint the Queen's dogs."

"The very person! I have seen his beautiful canvas--'Burns and the Field
Mouse.' Is he not a younger brother of Sir John Stelle, the sculptor
of the statue and character figures in the Scott monument?" Her eyes
sparkled as she added: "You have so much talent of the right, sorts here
that it would be wicked not to employ it in the good cause."

What "the good cause" was came out presently, in the church, where
she startled even Glenormiston and Mr. Traill by saying quietly to the
minister and the church officers of Greyfriars auld kirk: "When Bobby
dies I want him laid in the grave with his master."

Every member of both congregations knew Bobby and was proud of his fame,
but no official notice had ever been taken of the little dog's presence
in the c