quietly. Children with unwontedly clean faces 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.