l have this out, and I have some
literature on the subject that I should like to give you."

"And so have I," cried the girl, with a smile that rendered Mr. Romayne
for some moments quite incapable of consecutive thought. "And now shall
we look up the others?"

At the dump they found Joe and Sam rolling the logs, which during the
winter had been piled high upon the bank, down the steep declivity or
"dump" into the stream below. Mrs. Waring-Gaunt and Nora were seated on
a log beside them engaged in talk.

"May I inquire if you are bossing the job as usual?" said Mr. Romayne,
after he had watched the operation for a few moments.

"Oh, no, there's no bossing going on to-day. But," said the girl, "I
rather think the boys like to have me around."

"I don't wonder," said Mr. Romayne, enthusiastically.

"Are you making fun of me, Mr. Romayne?" said the girl, her face
indicating that she was prepared for battle.

"God forbid," replied Mr. Romayne, fervently.

"Not a bit of it, Nora dear," said his sister. "He is simply consumed
with envy. He has just come from a country, you know, where only the men
do things; I mean things that really count. And it makes him furiously
jealous to see a young woman calmly doing things that he knows quite
well he could not attempt to do."

"Quite true," replied her brother. "I am humbled to the ground at my own
all to obvious ineptitude, and am lost in admiration of the marvellous
efficiency of the young ladies of Canada whom it has been my good
fortune to meet."

Nora glanced at him suspiciously. "You talk well," she said. "I half
believe you're just making fun of us."

"Not a bit, Nora, not a bit," said his sister. "It is as I have said
before. The man is as jealous as he can be, and, like all men, he hates
to discover himself inferior in any particular to a woman. But we must
be going. I am so glad you are home again, dear," she said, turning to
Kathleen. "We shall hope to see a great deal of you. Thank you for the
delightful lunch. It was so good of you to have us."

"Yes, indeed," added the young man. "You saved my life. I had just about
reached the final stage of exhaustion. I, too, hope to see you again
very soon and often, for you know we must finish that discussion and
settle that question."

"What question is that," inquired his sister, "if I may ask?"

"Oh, the old question," said her brother, "the eternal question--war."

"I suppose," said Nora, "Kathleen has been gi