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Penelope's Experiences in Scotland being extracts from the
commonplace book of Penelope Hamilton

To G.C.R.

Contents.
Part First--In Town.
I. A Triangular Alliance. II. Edina, Scotia's Darling Seat. III. A Vision
in Princes Street. IV. Susanna Crum cudna say. V. We emulate the

Jackdaw. VI. Edinburgh society, past and present. VII. Francesca meets
th' unconquer'd Scot. VIII. `What made th' Assembly shine?'. IX.
Omnia presbyteria est divisa in partes tres. X. Mrs. M'Collop as a
sermon-taster. XI. Holyrood awakens. XII. Farewell to Edinburgh. XIII.
The spell of Scotland.
Part Second--In the Country.
XIV. The wee theekit hoosie in the loaning. XV. Jane Grieve and her
grievances. XVI. The path that led to Crummylowe. XVII. Playing `Sir
Patrick Spens.' XVIII. Paris comes to Pettybaw. XIX. Fowk o' Fife. XX.
A Fifeshire tea-party. XXI. International bickering. XXII. Francesca
entertains the green-eyed monster. XXIII. Ballad revels at
Rowardennan. XXIV. Old songs and modern instances. XXV. A treaty
between nations. XXVI. `Scotland's burning! Look out!.' XXVII. Three
magpies and a marriage.
Chapter I.
A Triangular Alliance.

`Edina, Scotia's Darling seat! All hail thy palaces and towers!'
Edinburgh, April 189-. 22 Breadalbane Terrace.
We have travelled together before, Salemina, Francesca, and I, and we
know the very worst there is to know about one another. After this
point has been reached, it is as if a triangular marriage had taken place,
and, with the honeymoon comfortably over, we slip along in
thoroughly friendly fashion. I use no warmer word than`friendly'
because, in the first place, the highest tides of feeling do not visit the
coasts of triangular alliances; and because, in the second place,
`friendly' is a word capable of putting to the blush many a more
passionate and endearing one.
Every one knows of our experiences in England, for we wrote volumes

of letters concerning them, the which were widely circulated among our
friends at the time, and read aloud under the evening lamps in the
several cities of our residence.
Since then few striking changes have taken place in our history.
Salemina returned to Boston for the winter, to find, to her amazement,
that for forty odd years she had been rather overestimating it.
On arriving in New York, Francesca discovered that the young lawyer
whom for six months she had been advising to marry somebody more
worthy than herself was at last about to do it. This was somewhat in the
nature of a shock, for Francesca had been in the habit, ever since she
was seventeen, of giving her lovers similar advice, and up to this time
no one of them has ever taken it. She therefore has had the not
unnatural hope, I think, of organising at one time or another all these
disappointed and faithful swains into a celibate brotherhood; and
perhaps of driving by the interesting monastery with her husband and
calling his attention modestly to the fact that these poor monks were
filling their barren lives with deeds of piety, trying to remember their
Creator with such assiduity that they might, in time, forget Her.
Her chagrin was all the keener at losing this last aspirant to her hand in
that she had almost persuaded herself that she was as fond of him as
she was likely to be of anybody, and that on the whole she had better
marry him and save his life and reason.
Fortunately she had not communicated this gleam of hope by letter,
feeling, I suppose, that she would like to see for herself the light of joy
breaking over his pale cheek. The scene would have been rather pretty
and touching, but meantime the Worm had turned and despatched a
letter to the Majestic at the quarantine station, telling her that he had
found a less reluctant bride in the person of her intimate friend Miss
Rosa Van Brunt; and so Francesca's