position, if you were asked
whether it would be wise to let him marry a prairie girl? Have you
formed any decision about the matter?"

She spoke in an indifferent tone, but George imagined that she was
interested.

"I can't see why he shouldn't do so."

"Think a little. West has been what you call well brought up, he's
fastidious, and I haven't found English people free from social
prejudices. Could you, as his friend, contemplate his marrying the
daughter of a storekeeper in a rather primitive western town? Taunton,
of course, is not a polished man."

"I don't think that counts; he's a very good type in spite of it. The
girl's pretty, she has excellent manners, and she strikes me as having
sense--and in some respects Edgar has very little. I'll admit that at
one time I might not have approved of the idea, but I believe I've got
rid of one or two foolish opinions that I brought out with me. If Miss
Taunton is what she appears to be, he's lucky in getting her. Don't
you think so?"

He had spoken with a little warmth, though, as Flora knew, he was
seldom emphatic; and a rather curious expression crept into her face.
He did not quite understand it, but he thought she was pleased for some
reason or other!

"Oh," she said lightly, "I have told you my opinion."

Nothing further was said about the subject, but George walked beside
his team in a state of calm content. His companion was unusually
gracious; she made a picture that was pleasant to watch as she sat,
finely poised, on the big horse, with the strong sunlight on her face.
Her voice was attractive, too; it reached him, clear and musical,
through the thud of hoofs and the creak of slowly-turning wheels, for
he made no attempt to hurry his team.

When they reached the homestead, the conversation centered on the
constable's visit; and when the Grants left, Edgar stood outside with
George, watching the slender mounted figure grow smaller beside the
jolting buggy.

"George," he said, "I've met very few girls who could compare with
Flora Grant, taking her all round."

"That's correct," George told him. "As a matter of fact, I'm doubtful
whether you have met any who would bear the comparison. It was the
sillier ones who made a fuss over you."

"I know of one," Edgar resumed. "As it happens, she's in Canada."

"I'd a suspicion of something of the kind," George said dryly.

Edgar made no answer, but presently he changed the subject.

"What's the