~XXI~ WE'VE got Miss Celandine settled at last, and I'll no' deny but what it's a weight off our minds. It's the Corporal. He's no' just exackly turned out to be a Prince in Disguise, though; but he's the eldest son of Sir Donald Coleridge-Burton (I kenned fine it was a name like Finnan-Haddock), and his mither was one of the Hays of Pitlossie-Fifeshire folk, like me. He's his mither's drawn pictur-the "handsome Hays" they're aye ca'ed in the districk. Mebbe it's no' such a stylish down-sittin' as the Roman Cardinal or the Bassaleery would have been; but "A bird in the hand's worth twa fleein' by," and the ither two never lookit the road Miss Celandine was on, as far as I could see. When she came ben to announce the engagement, as soon as the Corporal was demobbolizcd, she brought him wi' her. He was holdin' her hand (he's an awfu' tall felly-out sized, like) and they were baith fair beamin' with joy. "Well, Marget Pow," says Miss Celandine, "she's got him!" That was aye what I used to say when the young leddies lent me a read of a love-story. I likit them to end right; so I used to ask afore I started the book, "Does she get him?" And latterally, Miss Jean aye said when she brought a book, "She gets him!" So that was what Miss Celandine was eludin' to. And then the Corporal put his airm round about her, and lookit at her with the lovelight in his eyes, and says he, soft and low, "And he has got her," and afore ever I kent what I was doin' I was sittin' in my big chair, greetin' like to break my he'rt! I doubt I was thinkin' on the Kurnel and Mrs Murray. Auld folks are easy upset. But I'm real pleased, mind you; it's a very sootable alliance, and I was aye feared Miss Celandine would do something daft, and then take the rue. She was terrible camsterie when the Corporal was in the forefront of the battle: "A'thing angered her, and the cat broke her heart." Would you believe that she called Tatty a "cantankerous old crocodile" one day just because the decent cratur was annoyed at bein' interrupted when she was sortin' her back hair! But, now that her jo's safe home, it's a' peace and goodwill, and Tatty's "little sister cat" and a' the rest of it. We've been away seein' the Prince of Wales towering through Canada at the Cinema. Thon's a wonderfu' sight! We saw the very train he started in comin' into the station; and his paw and his maw seein' him away; and the engine-driver in a fearfu' twitter for fear he would upset the royal train. But maistly a' the folk seemed to be in a nervish state - trembly-like-feared, nae doubt, for ony ill bappenin' to the Heir to the Throne. He was calm-like hissel', though; an' awfu' active dink wee felly, as the Fifers say-meanin' precise. We saw him in four different suits. First he was a Naval gentleman, and then an officer in the Airmy, and for a wee while he had on a plain tweed suit and a light felt hat. It was when he went boatin' that he was dressed Like a scout- thon's no' neat-no' the thing for a real Prince at a'. I thought he would have had three long white ostrich feathers on the crown of his heid, parteeclarly when he was colloguin' wi' the Red Indian Chiefs, and them dressed to the nines for the occasion. But we only saw the Prince of Wales's feathers once, stuck on the front of a motor-caur. The Canadians are quick folk, and the Prince seemed to be in a fearfu' hurry the whole time he was away. One meenit you would see him on a platform, readin' a speech off a paper wi' his mouth wide open, and the next meenit he was inta a caur in a jiffy, and off! His principal business, seemin'ly, was to lay wreaths on monuments, and inspeck guards of honour, and pin decorations on veterans: it was the same wherever he went: gey tedisome, I would jalouse. I notticed that he had a ring on the pinkie of his left hand: it'll likely be the fashion among the Nobility. Miss Jean told me a queer thing about a deaf-and-dumb bairn that was taken to see a Cinema Play. She had been learned what they ca' "lip-reading," and here did she no' understan' every word the folk in the Play were sayin'. It was a downcome for them that had their hearin' to be tellt by a deaf-and-dumb bairn what was goin' on.