CHAPTER FOURIt was six o’clock when the train left Edinburgh.
An hour or so later Jacoba thought that she would have something to eat.
When she opened her hamper, however, she found to her dismay that there was far less than she had thought in it.
She had very stupidly not thought of stocking it up again when she was in the restaurant.
She ate the little pieces of pâté and ham that remained, but what was left of the chicken had dried up. There was no coffee in the thermos and she was sure that she would be thirsty by the end of the day.
She was fascinated by the beauty she saw as the train proceeded on its way.
She had her first view of lochs, rivers, which she thought must be full of salmon, and moors.
It was just what she expected Scotland to look like and, as the hours passed, sh
