soared after him as he started from the old kirk, and poor Meg lost her "ain grey tail" but saved Tam.

We drove on to Burns' cottage, where he was born. The living-room and stable being under the one roof of thatch. The bed, which is in the living-room, is a square niche in the wall and looks quaint, with its white curtains, spread and pillows. There is a monument to Burns in Alloway.

Returning to the Ayr, we passed the old inn where Tam O'Shanter and Souter Johnnie had such rousing good times together. Upon our arrival, we took the train back to Glasgow. Passing Firth of Clyde and through Paisley, where the beautiful shawls are made. Arriving at Glasgow, we took a carriage direct for Mr. Daly's. They were waiting for us and we were given a hearty welcome in their home. We enjoyed a most delightful evening. Mr. Daly is a fine violinist and accompanied by his daughter on the piano, they gave us some beautiful music, Mrs. Daly enjoying it as much as Gusty and myself. This is a typical Scotch home. Mrs. Daly's aunt and niece called while we were there. She was a charming old lady. In talking of the old Scotch clans, which are now almost a thing of the past, I asked what their clan was. Mrs. Daly said she did not belong to any. Her old aunt laughed and said, "Why, yes, the Mensies and McKenzies." And some handsome postcards of satin were brought out to show us the colors of the clan. They were kind enough to give them to me, when they found I was

making a collection and was so enthusiastic clans. We bade them good-night at 10 o'clock being broad daylight, Mr. Daly taking us to that went by our hotel. Mrs. Chipman and t had retired, but as we were leaving early in the ing, I felt we must see them for a few moment knocked, were admitted, and chatted for a ha or so, exchanging plans of our trip and four were closely alike, the only difference being way of traveling.

Friday, June 17. We left on the same train different compartments. Ours having been re we found it without difficulty. Our luggage appear, though it had been taken from our room in the morning by the porter. All was in readi start, and guard came to tell us to get into ou partment. We replied, we could not leave with luggage. He said he would look it up for us, he did, returning with a truck, our luggage a porters, who hurriedly put it into place. Then in, the guard closing and locking the door, givi whistle, and we were off. On our way to Ballo passed the ruins of Dumbarton Castle, built high a hill. The Chipmans joined us at Balloch, a crossed Loch Lomond by steamer. This is the est and most beautiful of the Scotch lakes, and i memorated in the sweet song, "Loch Lomond.' saw our suitcases on the platform after leavi cars, and I suggested to Gusty waiting to see tha were safely on the truck so they would be tal

the boat. Gusty said, however, they would be taken care of all right, so I reluctantly left them and went with her to the boat. We saw passengers and luggage all taken on board and all our luggage but my suitcase. As I had some valuable things in it, I felt very uneasy, even though Gusty kept saying, "Never mind, Ontie, it is all right." I could see she was fully as uneasy as I was. We steamed off without it. Gusty interviewed the captain, and gave him our address at the hotel, where we were booked at Stirling, and he said it would follow by the next boat. I never expected to see it again, but to my surprise it arrived that evening. very soon after we did, and peace was restored. On Loch Lomond we passed the little town of Luss, beautifully situated and forming a pretty picture. We saw Ben Lomond on the right. It is the highest mountain in Scotland. We left the steamer at Inversnaid, and took the coach waiting for us up over the ridge, and by a long steep climb to Stronachlacher on the banks of Loch Katrine. We saw a lone bagpiper out in the highlands who played for us, as long as we tipped him. We crossed Loch Katrine on a small steamer, passing Ellen's Isle, made famous by Scott, reaching the other side. At the boat landing we took the Callander coach for the Trossachs. Mrs. Chipman and daughters took the Aberfoyle coach, for the same destination. Their plans were a little different from ours, and they decided to change and meet us at the Golden Lyon Hotel in Stirling that evening. Our room had been engaged by wire. Our drive through the

Trossachs was most beautiful and interesting, and rugged. We stopped for tea and a res Trossachs Hotel on Loch Achray, then tinued our ride, passing the Brig O'Turk tha a little stream, then on by Loch Vennacher, t following the loch for many miles. At the is the spot of which Scott makes the scene of between Fitz James and Roderick Dhu. Th down the valley was very lovely in the setti We saw many longhorn, shaggy-haired cattle. were highland cattle. The little young calves very like bears. We reached Callander in ti our train. We had intended seeing the second ter of the Daly's, who was visiting an aunt he the distance from the station was too far to ac it, fearing to miss our train.

STIRLING

On arriving at the Golden Lyon, Stirling, w shown different rooms than those engaged, as were back rooms, while those engaged were fron Gusty was provoked and said so plainly. Wh were discussing it with the landlady in the hall, to a front room opened, a head was poked out towel wiping a face, and Sue Chipman called laughing, "We have your rooms, as we beat you That settled it, and we resigned ourselves to the tion. All but myself freshened themselves and down to dinner. I said I would take mine in my

so after a refreshing bath, and getting into wrapper and slippers, I was ready for it. I had only ordered a glass of milk, bread and butter and some cold meat, and quite enjoyed it. As the little maid came in to remove the waiter, I asked where the other ladies were. She replied, "Down in the drawing-room." I said, "Will you tell them Mrs. Lilly will be pleased to see them up in her drawing-room?" The poor little maid was almost convulsed with laughter, yet was obliged to keep a straight face, for English servants are supposed to be merely automatons, neither seeing nor hearing anything except what pertains to their duties. Gusty said when the maid came with my message, it was all she could do to tell them, and when they all laughed, her face was in a broad grin. When they came up and found how bright and fresh I was in my wrapper and slippers, while they were still in traveling clothes and looking tired, they envied me, particularly as they had dined on the same things I did, the regular meal being over when we arrived. I consoled them by passing dessert, apricots on brown paper saucers with ditto napkins, these being my last purchase before we left Glasgow. It was the intention of the entire party but myself to retire early and get a good night's rest, as we were to make an early start in the morning. But we had such a jolly evening that our resolutions failed, and it was after II o'clock before we said "goodnight."

Saturday, June 18, we had an early breakfast and took a carriage up to Stirling Castle, which is situated