As the song says: "'It's dowie at the hint o' hair'st At the way-gaun o' the swallow.'" "What a lovely sound Lowland Scots has," said Pamela.

"I like to hear you speak it.

Tell me about Mrs.Hope, Jean.

I do hope we shall see her alone.

I don't like Priorsford tea-parties; they are rather like a foretaste of eternal punishment.