same path found the young lady on the corner of a street near by.
She was quite unabashed. "You don't know what you have missed!" she
said excitedly. "Let us get into this tram, and possibly we can
head them off somewhere. They may be going into battle, and if so,
my heart's blood is at their service. It is one of those
experiences that come only once in a lifetime. There were pipes and
there were kilts! (I didn't suppose they ever really wore them
outside of the theatre!) When you have seen the kilts swinging,
Salemina, you will never be the same woman afterwards! You never
expected to see the Olympian gods walking, did you? Perhaps you
thought they always sat on practicable rocks and made stiff
gestures, from the elbow, as they do in the Wagner operas? Well,
these gods walked, if you can call the inspired gait a walk! If
there is a single spinster left in Scotland, it is because none of
these ever asked her to marry him. Ah, how grateful I ought to be
that I am free to say `yes', if a kilt ever asks me to be his! Poor
Penelope, yoked to your commonplace trousered Beresford! (I wish
the tram would go faster!) You must capture one of them, by fair
means or foul, Penelope, and Salemina and I will hold him down while
you paint him,--there they are, they are there somewhere, don't you
hear them?"

There they were indeed, filing down the grassy slopes of the
Gardens, swinging across one of the stone bridges, and winding up
the Castlehill to the Esplanade like a long glittering snake; the
streamers of their Highland bonnets waving, their arms glistening in
the sun, and the bagpipes playing `The March of the Cameron Men.'
The pipers themselves were mercifully hidden from us on that first
occasion, and it was well, for we could never have borne another
feather's weight of ecstasy.