~XVI~ PEACE broke out suddently on the eleventh of November 1918. and upset all our prayers. At first it was just what they ca' an "armistice "-a kind of a substitute for peace-but we're habitted wi' substitutes now, and it did no' that bad. The real thing began at the Midsummer Term, on a fine dry day. The folk crowded to the kirks to give thanks, and to hear what the ministers had to say on the subjeck. Would you believe that there was a kew standin' outside the church round the corner? Me! I wouldna stand in a kew to hear ony man preach: I canna abide thae luminaries. But I went with the young ladies to the church they worship in, on a Thursday-just to encourage them, like. It was well filled, I will say that, but just you bide a wee, and I'll warrant you'll get a pew to yoursel', and one for your umberelly. We started with singin' "God save our gracious King." I've heard thon tune afore. But I never heard a drum thumpin' and rum'lin' along with it! It's no' needed-just a caper. Efter that there was a good few prayers, and then the minister gave out a hymn. I dinna mind the words-the hundred and oddths it was-and efter that came the sermon. I was gled to get a sit down. But the music was no' near done; there was anither set-to efter the sermon. Two laddies sang a song ca'ed "O Lovely Peace," and if they said it once, they said it twenty times. But they didna get started baith thegither, someway, and the wee one was just at "O" when the ither one was singin' "O lovely, lovely peace," over and over again till the wee yin could make up on him. But they managed to stop at the same time, poor wee fellies, so they did. At the very end of the worship, when the collection had been gathered, and a', here did they no' sing what they ca' the Tedium! It was a bonny tune, too; but I was like to drop, and thankfu' was I when it ended, and we got away home to our dinners. The end of the war was the sign for a grand outbreak of faimly affection in high circles. Compliments have been fleein' in every direction; but the Germans are no' speakin' - no' yet anyway: there's a kind o' a dryness between them and a good few ither folks. But the rest o' the nations are a' for peace and goodwill, includin' Americky. It minds me of the old song about Queen Victoria going to pay a visit to the King of France: ==And syne he kissed her on ae cheek, ===And syne upon the ither; ==And he ca'ed her his sister dear, ===And she ca'ed him her brither. There's been a deal o' that kind of carry-on; I just hope it'll last. Miss Celandine says she heard the ghost of a German band last Setterday night; but I doubt it was just the Salvation Airmy, takin' a tune to theirsels. "There's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it," but the latters is easier come by. One of the queer things that were brought forrit by the war was a Tank-bank ca'ed Joolian. Miss Jean got me persuaded to put five pound in it; but if there's a thing I canna abide it's goin' to a bank, parteeclarly since yon time I got stuck in the whirligig at the door. What for can they no' make things mair convenient? Half of the gentlemen that transack the business are cocked that high up that the maist ye can see of them is the crown o' their heids, and ye can only see that from a distance, like. An ordinar-sized woman like me has to stand on her toes to get the pass-book hoisted up to them, and ye never ken if it's the right man that's got it or no'. And when they're done with it they take good care to hand it over just when you're no' lookin'; and then they tap with it on the top of the wall; it's maist annoyin'. The ither gentlemen that sit ahint a counter very near as broad as it's long are just about as bad: but you can see them-I will say that. But it's mebbe no' a'thegither advantageous, for they can see you; and they like fine to see you tryin' to push a poundnote over a slope of polished wood like Greenland's icy mountains. And they watch you countin' your money wrong; and they cry directions to you, and pint out the wee mistakes you make, for the whole bank to hear. And if you dinna understan', they come out of their compartment and speak to you outside the counter-a perfeck affront. But I didna go to Joolian mysel': Miss Jean put in my money for me, and thankfu' was I.