re not very conventional people in this country.
Then I liked her pluck. It's weak to give way to the prejudices of
censorious folks. Besides, in a sense, she really wasn't rash."

"That's not the trouble," George replied with heat. "I know my sister;
so do you! But she's got to start business since she can't teach school,
and I hate to think of her clerking in a store. She has talent and
ambition."

"Talent will make its way anywhere," Farnam remarked consolingly.

"I don't know! Agatha's proud and has no use for the cheap tricks that
help you get ahead of the other man. She won't advertise her smartness
and she's too dignified to snatch at chances among the scrambling crowd.
I've pushed through; but it has put some marks on me, and I'm most
afraid my sister's going to be hurt."

"You're taking it for granted she won't find the lode," Farnam resumed.

"Shucks!" said George with scorn. "All the comfort I've got is knowing
she won't have the money to waste on looking for the ore again--"

He stopped and listened to a rattle of wheels. "Some of your friends
coming? Don't mean to be rude, but I hope they're not. I'm not in a mood
to talk to strangers."

"We expect nobody," Farnam replied. "I ordered some goods from Kingston,
and Gordon's man promised to bring them from the depot if they came."

The rattle got louder, but the trees hid the rig, which was approaching
the back of the house. It stopped, there were steps in the hall, and
Mrs. Farnam turned with an exclamation. Farnam pushed his chair back and
George sprang upright as Agatha came out on the veranda.

She was very brown and thin; her clothes were new, but obviously cheap
and the fit was bad. As she glanced at the group she smiled and there
was nothing in her tranquil manner to indicate the repentant prodigal.
She kissed Mrs. Farnam and gave George her hand.

"It really looks as if you were rather surprised than pleased," she
remarked.

"We're both," said Mrs. Farnam. "But how did you come? It's some time
since the Toronto train got in. George has been here nearly an hour."

"Your neighbor's hired man drove me from the station. I came by Amprior
and Prescott; there was a wash-out on the Sudbury track. But what was
George doing at Toronto?"

"Looking after your business," George replied. "I'm afraid you've got to
brace up. They told me you were fired!"

Agatha laughed. "I expected something like that! It really doesn't
matter."

"It doesn't matter