nights the casements were opened and little faces looked into the melancholy
kirkyard.  Candles glimmered for a moment on the murk, and sweetly and clearly
the tenement bairns called down: 

"A gude nicht to ye, Bobby." 

They could not see the little dog, but they knew he was there.  They knew now
that he would still be there when they could see him no more--his body a part
of the soil, his memory a part of all that was held dear and imperishable in
that old garden of souls.  They could go up to the lodge and look at his famous
collar, and they would have his image in bronze on the fountain.  And sometime,
when the mysterious door opened for them, they might see Bobby again, a sonsie
doggie running on the green pastures and beside the still waters, at the heels
of his shepherd master, for: 

If there is not more love in this world than there is room for in God's
heaven, Bobby would just have "gaen awa' hame." 

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