heard of Mr. Dick's advice to Miss Betsy Trotwood on the occasion
when young David Copperfield presented himself, travel-stained
and weary, before his good aunt. But out of her experience of
wholesome living she brought forth the same wise opinion.

"I'd gie him a gude washin' first of a', Jamie. He leuks like
some puir, gaen-aboot dog." And she drew her short, blue-stuff
gown back from Bobby's grateful attentions.

Mr. Brown slapped his corduroy-breeked knee and nodded his
grizzled head. "Richt ye are. It's maist michty, noo, I wadna
think o' that. When I was leevin' as an under gairdener wi' a
laird i' Argyleshire I was aye aboot the kennels wi' the gillies.
That was lang syne. The sma' terrier dogs were aye washed i'
claes tubs wi' warm water an' soap. Come awa', Bobby."

The caretaker got up stiffly, for such snell weather was apt to
give him twinges in his joints. In him a youthful enthusiasm for
dogs had suddenly revived. Besides, although he would have denied
it, he was relieved at having the main issue, as to what was to
be done with this four-footed trespasser, side-tracked for a
time. Bobby followed him to the lodge at an eager trot, and he
dutifully hopped into the bath that was set on the rear doorstep.
Mr. Brown scrubbed him vigorously, and Bobby splashed and swam
and churned the soapy water to foam. He scrambled out at once,
when told to do so, and submitted to being dried with a big,
tow-linen towel. This was all a delightful novelty to Bobby.
Heretofore he had gone into any convenient tam or burn to swim,
and then dried himself by rolling on the heather and running
before the wind. Now he was bundled up ignominiously in an old