“If you have never been in Scotland before,” Mrs. Corder advised her, “I think you will enjoy the national dishes, although you will be sick to death of them before you are finished! But you will begin by finding them tasteful.” Jacoba spread butter on the scone and thought that it tasted delicious. She felt that, as there were so many people here, she would have been too nervous to eat and drink. She had no idea that many of the men were looking at her admiringly. ‘The girl is far too pretty to be travelling alone,’ Mrs. Corder thought, but she did not say so. When they had finished, they sat talking until it was time to go back to where the porter was guarding their luggage. “Only about five minutes to go!” he said. “Will I have to change trains when I arrive in Glasgow?” Jacoba a