The fools! Had they never heard of Waterloo and Trafalgar?
Even if their memories might be excused for forgetting Crecy and Poictiers and the campaigns of Marlborough.

One evening--it had been a particularly trying one for Joan--there stepped upon the stage a wooden-looking man in a kilt with bagpipes under his arm.

How he had got himself into the programme Joan could not understand.

Managerial watchfulness must have gone to sleep for once.

He played Scotch melodies, and the Parisians liked them, and when he had finished they called him back.