Knight to be.

Sandy came home full of joyous relief that at last Christina was to get
away out into the world. The trip to the West was not as good as
college, of course, but Allister would give her a chance for an
education yet, when this pinched time that he was passing through was
over.

"I hate the thought of your going away," Sandy grumbled. "Girls ought
to get married," he added, struggling confusedly with this first
experience with femininism. Mary's career and Ellen's prospects were
the only right and proper sphere for a girl.

Privately Christina thought so, too.

"But I can't get anybody to marry me," she said gaily. "So what am I
to do? There's nobody in Orchard Glen wants me except"--she paused,
perhaps she was wrong after all about Gavin's caring for her--"except
Marmaduke," she added on second thought.

"And I'll bet if any fellow in Orchard Glen asked you to marry him
you'd turn up your nose at him," complained Sandy. "My, but girls are
queer. Now, if that Wallace Sutherland was to come along I suppose
you'd be like the rest and be as sweet as honey to him, and you
wouldn't look at a fellow like Gavin Grant. And I wouldn't give Gavin
for a wagon load of Wallace Sutherlands."

Christina's cheeks grew crimson. Sandy had drawn a bow at a venture,
but had hit right in the centre of the mark. But she responded
gallantly.

"Neither would I. I wouldn't know what to do with a wagon load of him.
But one would be very nice--loaded on an auto," she added slyly.

Sandy sniffed; but he could not dispute long with Christina over
anything. They had grand times together, as June came in and they fell
into their old habit of sitting in the evenings on the pump platform.
There were long confidential talks there, under the apple boughs, too.
Sandy's mind, under Neil's careful guardianship, was turning more and
more towards the ministry as his life-work. And every day Christina
grew more thankful that she had not been the means of holding him back.

She had not yet confessed to Grandpa that his electric light was to be
switched off before the end of the summer. Christina had not found an
occasion when she could summon sufficient courage to break the news to
him. It would be time enough when she had to tell him. So he sang his
evening hymn and read his morning psalms of thanksgiving undisturbed.

And to make things even better for Christina Mary came home in June.
Hugh McGillivray had gone to Toro