"Halloa there!" I heard the rich voice as I stood at the head of the Earthen Mound, looking down on the gracious streets and squares of the New Town. It was a view of which I never tired, this spreading beauty of our capital city with the classic grace that spoke of order, culture and the laws of architecture. It was Edinburgh that had called me back from India; I had missed the city. There were other reasons; legal matters, the call of a blackbird, the desire for a Scottish spring, the feel of cool rain, but Edinburgh"s grace had been paramount.
"Halloa there, Miss Flockhart," the voice sounded again.
Not used to being accosted in public, I did not turn and continued to enjoy the view.
"Miss Flockhart!"
I looked around slowly and felt a surge of relief that was nearly pleasure. "Why C
