Stray pussies
are about, too. I'm a gude-hearted man, and an unco' observant one,
your Leddyship, but I was no' thinking that these animals must
often suffer from thirst."
"Few people do think of it. Most men can love some one dog or cat
or horse and be attentive to its wants, but they take little
thought for the world of dumb animals that are so dependent upon
us. It is no special credit to you, Mr. Traill, that you became
fond of an attractive little dog like Bobby and have cared for him
so tenderly."
The landlord gasped. He had taken not a little pride in his stanch
championship and watchful care of Bobby, and his pride had beer
increased by the admiration that had been lavished on him for years
by the general public. Now, as he afterward confessed to Mr. Brown:
"Her leddyship made me feel I'd done naething by the ordinar', but
maistly to please my ainsel'. Eh, man, she made me sing sma'."
When the collie had finished drinking, he looked up gratefully,
rubbed against the good Samaritans, waved his plumed tail like a
banner, and trotted away. After a thoughtful moment Lady
Burdett-Coutts said:
"The suitable memorial here, Mr. Traill, is a fountain, with a low
basin level with the curb, and a higher one, and Bobby sitting on
an altar-topped central column above, looking through the kirkyard
gate. It shall be his mission to bring men and small animals
together in sympathy by offering to both the cup of cold water.
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