ther in the evening as they sat sewing on the veranda.

"Well, well," her mother said comfortingly, not dreaming how badly
Christina was hurt, "indeed I would rather you acted as you did, than
to be taking part in such norms. But I think you would be rather hard
on the lad because he did not know how to drive."

It was poor comfort when your heart was broken, when your Dream Knight
had actually sat by your side and ridden with you and you had treated
him as though he were a kitchen knave. The only crumb of comfort
Christina had was that which her pride provided. At least Wallace
would never dream that she had been silly enough to set him up on a
pedestal, dream about him at night, and watch for him by day. But it
was a very small and cheerless comfort in a whole world of misery.

But the result of her outrageous conduct towards the village hero was
totally unlooked for. Wallace became very much interested in this
spunky Lindsay girl. She was different from the other girls, the one
reproving thorn in a field of admiring roses. That alone made her
rather refreshing. Then he did not like to have a nice girl angry with
him. He was a warm-hearted, easy going lad, who disliked opposition
and disfavour and would do much to please any one. He was genuinely
sorry, too, that he had hurt Dolly, for he was the opposite of cruel by
nature.

So the very next evening when he saw Christina and Sandy pass on their
way to that weekly function, Choir Practice, he remembered that the
gathering was to be a sort of farewell to Trooper, and with this excuse
he suddenly announced that he thought he would go.

"Of course you'll go," cried his uncle heartily. "We can't do honour
enough to the boys that are going overseas to give their lives for us.
I'd like to go, too! I'll drop in when I get back from my trip to
Dalton."

So Wallace went off and was welcomed warmly by Tremendous K. and put in
the bass row where Marmaduke and Trooper were sitting.

"You didn't seem to be able to keep up with that runaway horse,
yesterday," said Marmaduke.

"I'd like to hammer the two of you jokers for putting up a job like
that on me," Wallace said good-naturedly.

"Don't do anything to me," pleaded Duke, "Christina's been lookin' at
me like a buzz saw all evenin'."

"I'll bet she wasn't in it," cried Wallace, suddenly anxious that
Christina should be vindicated.

"No, she wasn't," admitted Trooper. "And I notice she didn't let you
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