Eleanor Atkinson,
Greyfriars Bobby
“ Who is his master and where does he sleep?” “His master is in his grave in auld Greyfriars kirkyard, and the dog has aye slept there on the mound.” The magistrate leaned over his desk. “Man, no dog could sleep in the open for one winter in this climate. Are you fond of romancing, Mr. Traill?” “No' so overfond, your Honor. The dog is of the subarctic breed of Skye terriers, the kind with a thick under-jacket of fleece, and a weather thatch that turns rain like a crofter's cottage roof.” ”
