calling of her name, that awakened her with a start. She
did not hear it when she listened for it again. She did not think of
Rosie or Will, but went straight to her father's room. Through the
half-open door, she saw that the bed was undisturbed, and that her
father sat in the arm-chair by the window. The lamp burned dimly on the
table beside him, and on the floor lay an open book, as it had fallen
from his hand. The moonlight shone on his silver hair, and on his
tranquil face. There was a smile on his lips, and his eyes were closed,
as if in sleep; but even before she touched his cold hand, Graeme knew
that from that sleep her father would never waken more.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

It was a very changed life that opened before the bairns when Arthur
took them home with him to Montreal. A very dismal change it seemed to
them all, on the first morning when their brothers left them alone.
Home! Could it ever seem like home to them? Think of the dwellers
among the breezy hills of Merleville shut up in a narrow brick house in
a close city street. Graeme had said that if they could all keep
together, it did not so much matter how or where; but her courage almost
failed as she turned to look out of the window that first morning.

Before her lay a confined, untidy yard, which they were to share with
these neighbours; and beyond that, as far as could be seen, lay only
roofs and chimneys. From the room above the view was the same, only the
roofs and chimneys stretched farther away, and here and there between
them showed the dusty bough of a maple or elm, or the ragged top of a
Lombardy poplar, and, in the distance, when the sun shone, lay a bright
streak, which they came at last to know as Harry's grand river. On the
other side, toward the street, the window looked but on a brick wall,
over which hung great willow-boughs shading half the street. The brick
wall and the willows were better than the roofs and chimney-tops, Rosie
thought; but it was a dreary sort of betterness. From Graeme's room
above were seen still the wall and the willows, but over the wall and
between the willows was got a glimpse of a garden--a very pretty garden.
It was only a glimpse--a small part of a circular bit of green grass
before the door of a handsome house, and around this, and under the
windows, flowers and shrubs of various kinds. There was a conservatory
at one end, but of that they saw nothing but a blinding glare when the
sun shon