"It's a pity his lordship hadn't on his kilt," put
in Mr. Gallosh genially.

"By ze Gad, I vill put him on! Hoch! Ve vill
have some fon!"

The Baron rushed from the hall, followed in a
moment by his noble friend. Bunker found him
already wrapping many yards of tartan about his
waist.

"But, my dear fellow, you must take off your
trousers," he expostulated.

Despite his glee, the Baron answered with something
of the Blitzenberg dignity--

"Ze bare leg I cannot show to-night--not to dance
mit ze young ladies. Ven I have practised, perhaps;
but not now, Bonker."

Accordingly the portraits of four centuries of
Tulliwuddles beheld their representative appear in the very
castle of Hechnahoul with his trouser-legs capering beneath
an ill-hung petticoat of tartan. And, to make
matters worse in their canvas eyes, his own shameless
laugh rang loudest in the mirth that greeted his entrance.

"Ze garb of Gaul!" he announced, shaking with
hilarity. "Gom, Bonker, dance mit me ze Highland