Greyfriars Bobby: The True Story of a Dog Page #2

- Let any student laddie bind it up for me.

- It only proves you're soft.

- But not me!

- All right now, calm yourself.

Nobody's gonna make you do

what you don't wish.

Now eat your broth.

Bobby. Bobby, come here.

Where are ye?

He's over at my library

in the corner there.

- He's so smart he likes to read.

- No, he can't read, Mr. Traill.

I can't read myself.

That's a lot of books you've got there,

Mr. Traill.

You must be a very serious man.

Aye. I am that.

And books are wife and bairns to me

and as good company as that wee beast

is to yourself.

Here, Bobby. I'm thinkin' you've not had

very much to eat today yourself, laddie.

Here. There.

He's a good wee beast,

this Bobby of yours.

- You must be very proud.

- Aye, but he's not my own dog.

- He's not mine at all.

- Man, he's fair fond of you.

A dog chooses his own master.

Aye, but he can't choose.

He's got to go home.

I can't say that it won't be sad parting,

but he's got to go.

I must get word to Cauldbrae,

so they can come and take him home.

Bobby, now you lie still there

and mind old Jock.

I have to fetch the doctor to him.

I'm all right. I'm quite well.

Don't let a doctor see me.

You're very sick, Jock.

It's the only thing!

Now you stay here.

They'll not take me to the infirmary.

Come on, Bobby.

What am I to do with you, laddie?

I can get a lodging in here,

but the old woman that

runs it will not take a dog.

What's that you're saying?

Aye, you're a canny wee dog.

You're right.

I've carried newborn lambs in the pocket

of my plaidie, so why not you, eh?

Very well. In you go, laddie.

I want a bed for the night

if you have one free.

- Free, is it?

- No, I didn't mean it that way.

I've been here before, you know.

So you have, so you have.

I mind you. You're the one

they call old Jock.

Here's the money for my bed.

And a farthing for the light.

Has the front room at the top

of the stairs got anybody in it?

No, no. Nobody there.

That cough you have.

If you wake your neighbours with it,

you'll need to fight it out for yourself.

I know all about that.

Whist now, laddie.

Ye may well smell rats in here, but...

Whisht!

We're above the old city smell up here.

It was worth the climb, eh, Bobby?

I left a wee something here

a few months back.

Aye! It's here yet.

A posy of heather, laddie.

And not dead.

You can almost smell the moors in it.

Can you not?

What do you say, Bobby?

Will we pretend we're out there now?

Come on then. Beg for your supper.

That's it. A good laddie.

Down now, down.

Up, boy. Good.

Die for your country now.

That's a good laddie.

Jump!

Loup!

Who's got a dog in there?

Laddie. What's all the noise about?

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