3Iona was never to forget her first drive through the Highlands and the thrill of seeing the mountain peaks, some still showing patches of white from the snows of last winter, of beholding the moors purple with heather stretching away on to the horizon, and of watching a fall cascading down the hillside to join the swift flowing waters of a river golden with peat.
At the first halting place Iona left the stuffy confining atmosphere inside the coach and climbed on to the roof, glorying in the sharp air as it whipped the colour into her cheeks, and quite unmindful of the stares of the other travellers. She was indeed oblivious of everything save the beauty of the scenery. She did not even notice how hard her seat was, or miss the warmth of a rug that sheltered the legs of the more experienc
