Cold and windy and a beating rain. We are learning that in Scotland too, one must wear a smile that does not wash off. At 9-15 we had a charabanc ride over the city. Had an interesting ride to the Firth of Forth to see the great bridge which is a splendid feat of engineering work. Then to Holyrood Palace, the official home of the King when in Scotland and so closely associated with Mary, Queen of Scots.
We took up a collection and bought a wreath for Lincoln’s monument and several went up and had a service. In the afternoon we shopped and enjoyed the stores. Bought Scotch pencils (covered with the plaid) enough for all the Y.P.B. officers and Supts. to take them as Souvenirs. We were happy to find the Drummond post cards, which made us feel we were on the natural heath of our forefathers.
Edinburgh is a beautiful city called the Athens of Scotland. Princess Street is considered one of the finest in the world. Such a contrast here with the streets of London! London has no color, is somber and dignified and the Scotch love their plaids and bright color - There is a buoyancy and brightness with them that you do not find with the English.
We are still wishing for fire. If we could return to our hotel here and find a warm room and be able to throw off our weariness with a hot bath we would be happy. It is worse here even than in England, for only a doctor’s prescription can secure a fire here, on account of the scarcity of fuel.