Professor and Mrs. Dennis took me from Cresson to their own home in New York, as soon as I could be removed, and I lay there some time under the former’s personal supervision.  Miss Whitfield called to see me, for I had written her the first words from Cresson I was able to write.  She saw now that I needed her.  I was left alone in the world.  Now she could be in every sense the “helpmeet.”  Both her heart and head were now willing and the day was fixed.  We were married in New York April 22, 1887, and sailed for our honeymoon which was passed on the Isle of Wight.

[Illustration:  ANDREW CARNEGIE

(ABOUT 1878)]

Her delight was intense in finding the wild flowers.  She had read of Wandering Willie, Heartsease, Forget-me-nots, the Primrose, Wild Thyme, and the whole list of homely names that had been to her only names till now.  Everything charmed her.  Uncle Lauder and one of my cousins came down from Scotland and visited us, and then we soon followed to the residence at Kilgraston they had selected for us in which to spend the summer.  Scotland captured her.  There was no doubt about that.  Her girlish reading had been of Scotland—­Scott’s novels and “Scottish Chiefs” being her favorites.  She soon became more Scotch than I. All this was fulfilling my fondest dreams.

We spent some days in Dunfermline and enjoyed them much.  The haunts and incidents of my boyhood were visited and recited to her by all and sundry.  She got nothing but flattering accounts of her husband which gave me a good start with her.

I was presented with the Freedom of Edinburgh as we passed northward—­Lord Rosebery making the speech.  The crowd in Edinburgh was great.  I addressed the working-men in the largest hall and received a present from them as did Mrs. Carnegie also—­a brooch she values highly.  She heard and saw the pipers in all their glory and begged there should be one at our home—­a piper to walk around and waken us in the morning and also to play us in to dinner.  American as she is to the core, and Connecticut Puritan at that, she declared that if condemned to live upon a lonely island and allowed to choose only one musical instrument, it would be the pipes.  The piper was secured quickly enough.  One called and presented credentials from Cluny McPherson.  We engaged him and were preceded by him playing the pipes as we entered our Kilgraston house.

We enjoyed Kilgraston, although Mrs. Carnegie still longed for a wilder and more Highland home.  Matthew Arnold visited us, as did Mr. and Mrs. Blaine, Senator and Mrs. Eugene Hale, and many friends.[39] Mrs. Carnegie would have my relatives up from Dunfermline, especially the older uncles and aunties.  She charmed every one.  They expressed their surprise to me that she ever married me, but I told them I was equally surprised.  The match had evidently been predestined.