"The winds of heaven playing round my legs would assist healing nature; and I must be in complete accord with the country." "A kilt wouldn't be a bad idea," said Mr.James.
Hilary Vance paused and appeared to be thinking deeply; then he said: "The Scotch peasant lassies, James--are they as attractive nowadays as they appear to have been in the days of Burns ?" "I thought you'd done with women!" cried Mr.James.
"I _have_ done with women," said the poet with cold sternness.

"I have done with the cold-hearted, treacherous, meretricious women of the town.

But the simple, trusting and trustworthy country girl, the daughter of the soil, in perpetual touch with nature--surely communion with her would be healing too." "Oh, hang it all!" said Mr.James quite despondently.
Hilary Vance plunged once more into deep thought; then he said: "Where does one buy a kilt--and a sporran ?" "Whiteley's, I suppose," said Mr.James.

Then he added hastily: "But I say, oughtn't we to do something to amuse these children ?" At once his friend forgot his seared heart; for the while the process of healing it did not exercise his wits.

He flung himself heart and soul into the business of amusing Pollyooly and the Lump; and presently the studio rang with their screams of joy.