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For diversion he fell noiselessly upon a prowling cat and chased it out of the kirkyard . At last he sat upon the table-tomb . He had escaped notice from the tenements all the morning because the view from most of the windows was blocked by washings , hung out and dripping , then freezing and clapping against the old tombs . It was half-past three o'clock when a tiny , wizened face popped out of one of the rude little windows in the decayed Cunzie Neuk at the bottom of Candlemakers Row . Crippled Tammy Barr called out in shrill excitement , `` Ailie ! O-o-oh , Ailie Lindsey , there 's the wee doggie ! '' `` Whaur ? ''