i' every lot; There's folk that are weary o' livin', That never fear't hunger nor cowd; An' there's mony a miserly crayter 'At's deed ov a surfeit o' gowd.

A tartan plaid, spun of good hawslock woo, Scarlet and green the sets, the borders blue, With spraings like gowd and siller crossed with black; I never had it yet upon my back: Weel are ye wordy o' 't, what have sae kind Sed up my reveled doubts and cleared my mind.

The rank is but the guinea stamp; The man's the gowd for a' that.

In line 8 gowd=gold; 9, hamely=homely, commonplace; 11, gie=give; 15, sae=so; 17,

For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea stamp; The man's the gowd for a' that.

THE GUIDING MISS GOWD X. SOPHY-AS-SHE-MIGHT-HAVE-BEEN XI.

Mary Gowd, with her shabby blue suit and her mangy bit of fur, and the glint of humour in her pale blue eyes.

Many, many times that same glint of humour had saved English Mary Gowd from seeking peace in the muddy old Tiber.

Mary Gowd made a place for her.

"I am happy to have helped you," said Mary Gowd.

Of course you don't need to do any such work, but I just couldn't help saying" "But I do need work," interrupted Mary Gowd.

Mary Gowd hated this Rome as only an English woman can who has spent fifteen years in that nest of intrigue.

Mary Gowd shrugged patient shoulders.

Mary Gowd asked mockingly.

"Oh, yes!" said Mary Gowd.

You know young folks" "They must not go alone," said Mary Gowd.

He turned again to Mary Gowd's earnest face.

Blue Cape, with a long look at Mary Gowd, went out to confer with the porter about the motor.

Mary Gowd said nothing.

Tweetie pouted again at sight of Mary Gowd, but the pout cleared as Blue Cape, his arrangements completed, stood in the doorway, splendid hat in hand.

"I cannot permit Signora Gowd to return home alone through the streets of Rome."

And little Tweetie Gregg had not lowered her voice or her laugh when she spoke that afternoon of Mary Gowd's absurd English fringe and her red wrists above her too-short gloves.

"You will put it down on paper," said Mary Gowd, "and sign your nameto-morrow.

Mary Gowd sank back in her seat and shut her eyes for a moment.

Mary Gowd smiled.