the floor.

"Ay, the lassie told that, an' I wad hae kenned it by the dog. He
is greetin' by the ordinar'."

"An' he's buried i' the kirkyaird o' auld Greyfriars." Ah, that
fetched her! The gude wife dropped her knitting and stared at
him.

"There's a gairdener, like at the country-hooses o' the gentry,
leevin' in a bit lodge by the gate. He has naethin' to do, ava,
but lock the gate at nicht, put the dogs oot, an' mak' the posies
bloom i' the simmer. Ay, it's a bonny place."

"It's ower grand for Auld Jock."

"Ye may weel say that. His bit grave isna so far frae the
martyrs' monument." When the grandeur of that had sunk in he went
on to other incredibilities.

Presently he began to chuckle. "There's a bit notice on the gate
that nae dogs are admittet, but Bobby's sleepit on Auld Jock's
grave ane--twa--three--fower nichts, an' the gairdener doesna ken
it, ava. He's a canny beastie."

"Ay, he is. Folk wull be comin' frae miles aroond juist to leuk
at thesperity bit. Ilka body aboot kens Auld Jock. It'll be
maist michty news to tell at the kirk on the Sabbath, that he's
buried i' Greyfriars."