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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. Arrivirg 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

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 about clans. We bade them good-night at 10 o'clock, it still being broad daylight, Mr. Daly taking us to the car that went by our hotel. Mrs. Chipman and the girls had retired, but as we were leaving early in the morning, I felt we must see them for a few moments. We knocked, were admitted, and chatted for a half-hour or so, exchanging plans of our trip and found they were closely alike, the only difference being in the way of traveling

Friday, June 17. We left on the same train but in different compartments. Ours having been reserved, we found it without difficulty. Our luggage did not appear, though it had been taken from our rooms early in the morning by the porter. All was in readiness to start, and guard came to tell us to get into our compartment. We replied, we could not leave without our luggage. He said he would look it up for us, which he did, returning with a truck, our luggage and two porters, who hurriedly put it into place. Then we got in, the guard closing and locking the door, giving the whistle, and we were off. On our way to Balloch, we passed the ruins of Dumbarton Castle, built high up on a hill. The Chipmans joined us at Balloch, and we crossed Loch Lomond by steamer. This is the largest and most beautiful of the Scotch lakes, and is commemorated in the sweet song, "Loch Lomond.” We saw our suitcases on the platform after leaving the cars, and I suggested to Gusty waiting to see that they were safely on the truck so they would be taken to 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, so wild and rugged. We stopped for tea and a rest at the Trossachs Hotel on Loch Achray, then we tinued our ride, passing the Brig O'Turk that spans a little stream, then on by Loch Vennacher, the road following the loch for many miles. At the east end is the spot of which Scott makes the scene of combat between Fitz James and Roderick Dhu. This drive down the valley was very lovely in the setting sun. We saw many longhorn, shaggy-haired cattle. These were highland cattle. The little young calves looked very like bears. We reached Callander in time for our train. We had intended seeing the second daughter of the Daly's, who was visiting an aunt here, but the distance from the station was too far to admit of it, fearing to miss our train.


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

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