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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.
As they left the cathedral by the door that led into High Street Glenormiston remarked, with a mysterious smile: "I'm thinking Edinburgh can do better by wee Bobby than to banish him to the Castle. But wait a bit, man. A kirk is not the place for settling a small dog's affairs." The Lord Provost led the way westward along the cathedral's front. On High Street, St. Giles had three doorways.
At Glenormiston, one of the stations visited, the blacks had just returned from the Mulligan River, where they had procured their season's supply of "Pituri." This is obtained from a small bush, and when prepared for chewing, has an effect similar to opium. The "pituri" is much prized by the blacks.
A loose brick removed, behind and above it, the sun flashed through fragments of emerald and ruby glass of a saint's robe, in a bricked up window. Such buried and forgotten treasure, Glenormiston explained, filled the entire south transept.
He requested Sandy to ask Glenormiston, if he came in, to come over to the Burgh court and spier for Mr. Traill. "It's no' his day to sit as magistrate, and he's no' like to go unless it's a fair sairious matter." "Ay, it is, laddie. It's a matter of life and death, I'm thinking!" He smiled grimly, as it entered his head that he might be driven to do violence to that meddling policeman.
Such an astonishing pile of copper coins it was, that it looked to the landlord like the loot of some shopkeeper's change drawer. "Eh, puir laddie, whaur did ye get it a' noo?" he asked, gravely. Tammy was very self-possessed and proud. "The bairnies aroond the kirkyaird gie'd it to pay the police no' to mak' Bobby be deid." Mr. Traill flashed a glance at Glenormiston.
The old Cunzic Neuk had been demolished by Glenormiston, and Tammy, living in better quarters, was studying to be a teacher at Heriot's. Bobby saw him settled, and then he had to escort Mr. Brown down from the lodge.
An' gin ye find 'im lyin' canny, an' ye tak' a keek into 'is bonny brown een, ye can see he's aye greetin'. An' so, ye didna ken why, but ye a' lo'ed the lanely wee " "Bobby!" It was an excited breath of a word from the wide-eyed bairns. "Bobby! Havers! A bittie dog wadna ken what to do wi' keys." But Glenormiston was smiling, and these sharp witted slum bairns exchanged knowing glances.
You are weel set up in life, laddie, and Heriot's has pulled the warst of the burrs from your tongue. I'm wanting to see Glenormiston." "Mr. William Chambers is no' in. Mr. Robert is aye in, but he's no' liking to be fashed about sma' things." "I'll no' trouble him. It's the Lord Provost I'm wanting, on ofeecial beesiness."
An' syne, wi' the folk comin' to spier for 'im an' swarmin' ower the kirkyaird, ye'd think a warlock was aboot. Bobby isna your dog " "Haud yoursel', man. Bobby's a famous dog, with the freedom of Edinburgh given to him, and naething will do but Glenormiston must show him to a company o' grand folk at his bit country place.
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