Dinsmore remarked.

As they entered it the sound of the sweetly piercing music of a bagpipe
smote upon their ears. "Ah," exclaimed Mr. Lilburn, "that sound is sweetly
homelike to my ear. Let us see, my friends, to what sight it summons us."

"The Beauty Show, sir," said Herbert. "Probably you have all heard of
it--some thirty or forty belles collected from different parts of the
world and dressed in their national costumes."

They went in, passing the handsome Highlander playing the bagpipes at the
door. They found the women who were on exhibition ranged in pens around a
large room.

"Beauties!" sniffed Rosie as she glanced about upon them, "there is
scarcely one who I should have selected as such."

"Hush, hush, Rosie!" said her mother warningly; "we do not know but some
of them may understand English, and surely you would be sorry to hurt
their feelings."

"Yes, I should indeed, mamma," she returned in a regretful tone, and they
passed out.

"That countryman of yours has much the handsomest face about that
establishment. Cousin Ronald," remarked Lucilla, with a smile, as they
proceeded on their way.

"I agree with you in that opinion, lassie," laughed the old gentleman,
"and I have no doubt that he would also, had he heard you express it."