also had been young once. Birds may have eyes to see and ears to hear,
but they tell nothing to humans.

On the way back to Cork there was only one other passenger in the
car,--an Irish girl carrying a basket in which were two white kittens.
About half way to the city, the train stopped, and much to the
travelers' surprise, a company of about two hundred Gordon Highlanders
boarded the train, filling the cars completely.

"What," asked Chester. "Have the Scotch invaded Ireland?"

"I suppose it's a company just out for a bit of exercise," suggested
Lucy.

Their bare, brown legs, kilts and equipment were matters of much
interest to Chester. When the train arrived in Cork, the soldiers
formed, and with bagpipes squeeling their loudest, they marched into St.
Patrick's street. Chester and Lucy and the girl with the basket
followed.

"This is quite an honor," remarked Chester, "to have a company of
soldiers come to meet us, and to be escorted into town by music like
this. How did _they_ know?"

"Know what?" escaped from Lucy before she discerned his meaning.

"Why, you silly man," she replied, "the honor is for the kittens!"

Uncle Gilbert met them at the door. "Your father is sleeping--getting
along fine," he explained. "Now then, young man, did you kiss the