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Now she's cast aff her bonny shoon
 * Made o' gilded leather,

And she's put on her Hieland brogues
 * To skip amang the heather.

And she's cast aff her bonny goon
 * Made o' the silk and satin,

And she's put on a tartan plaid
 * To row amang the braken."

Lizzie Baillie.

are in the East Neuk o' Fife; we are in Pettybaw; we are neither boarders nor lodgers; we are residents, inhabitants, householders, and we live (live, mind you) in a wee theekit hoosie in the old loaning. Words fail to tell you how absolutely Scotch we are and how blissfully happy. It is a happiness, I assure you, achieved through great tribulation. Salemina and I traveled many miles in railway trains, and many in various other sorts of wheeled vehicles, while the ideal ever beckoned us onward. I was determined to find a romantic lodging, Salemina a comfortable one, and this special combination of virtues is next to impossible, as every one knows. Linghurst was too much of a town; Bonnie Craig