had not committed himself to the mercy of the hanging judge, nor
yet to the care of the doughty minister, who, from the pulpit of
Greyfriars auld kirk, had flung the blood and tear stained
Covenant in the teeth of persecution.

The search was continued past the modest Scott family burial plot
and on to the west wall. There was a broad outlook over Heriot's
Hospital grounds, a smooth and shining expanse of unsullied snow
about the early Elizabethan pile of buildings. Returning, they
skirted the lowest wall below the tenements, for in the circling
line of courtyarded vaults, where the "nobeelity" of Scotland lay
haughtily apart under timestained marbles, were many shadowy
nooks in which so small a dog could stow himself away. Skulking
cats were flushed there, and sent flying over aristocratic bones,
but there was no trace of Bobby.

The second tier of windows of the tenements was level with the
kirkyard wall, and several times Mr. Traill called up to a
lighted casement where a family sat at a scant supper

"Have you seen a bit dog, man?"

There was much cordial interest in his quest, windows opening and
faces staring into the dusk; but not until near the top of the
Row was a clue gained. Then, at the query, an unkempt, illclad
lassie slipped from her stool and leaned out over the pediment of
a tomb. She had seen a "wee, wee doggie jinkin' amang the
stanes." It was on the Sabbath evening, when the well-dressed
folk had gone home from the afternoon services. She was eating
her porridge at the window, "by her lane," when he "keeked up at