share the joyful tidings with him. But before she had attracted his
attention from the book of Moody's sermons he was reading, she suddenly
stopped. She realised with a pang that this wonderful good fortune
that had come to her would be exceedingly ill news for poor Grandpa.
There was no need to tell him until the time was near for her to go.
She went back to the table and picked up the other letters she had
dropped in her excitement.

A glance at Ellen showed that there was no valentine message from
Bruce; but Christina found three for herself.

There was a very gorgeous one, all red hearts and lovers' knots, from
Sandy. The second was from an unknown source. It was a dainty thing,
fashioned by an artistic hand, a little sprig of heather glued to a
card to form the letter C. Beneath was written in a masculine hand.

"My Love is young and fair,
My Love has golden hair,
And eyes so blue
And heart so true
That none with her compare."

Christina wondered over it for a few minutes; the lines seemed
familiar. Where had she heard them before, she asked with beating
heart. The postmark was Algonquin, but then every one who sent a
valentine from Orchard Glen mailed it in Algonquin. She looked at it
closely, and then noticed the scent of rosemary. It had come from
Craig-Ellachie! and the little lines were from the song "A Warrior
Bold" that Gavin sang.

Christina was touched. It was so ungracious to receive gifts from
Love's storehouse without even a thrill of gratitude. She had thought
Gavin was forgetting her. He was so good, and so kind, too, and she
loved all the Grant Girls so. But how was it possible to make a hero
out of a young man who could only sing of heroic deeds, and would
never, never perform one?

She slowly opened the last valentine. It belonged to the class that
she and Allister had exchanged. It was very ugly and very funny; a
picture of a tall, lank woman in spectacles and a college gown, her
claw-like hands holding a ponderous volume. Christina laughed gaily
and mentally blamed John, either he or Jimmie was surely the guilty
person.

But she looked at the post-mark again and saw to her surprise that it
had a United States stamp, and the place stamped on the envelope was
one she knew nothing whatever about, El Monte, California.

"Look at this," she cried, running to Ellen. "Who do we know in
California?"

"Why, what in the world?" asked Ellen in bewilderment. "I've