recently acquired at a famous educational
centre; and the whole concern will go on with its usual verve, swing,
snap, toward another year's success. Then next year me for the giddy
lights of the metropolitan city and the sacred halls of learning."

"And me," said Nora, "what does your high mightiness plan for me this
winter, pray?"

"Not quite so much truculence, young lady," replied her brother. "For
you, the wide, wide world, a visit to the seat of light and learning
already referred to, namely, Winnipeg."

For one single moment Nora looked at him. Then, throwing back her head,
she said with unsteady voice: "Not this time, old boy. One man can lead
a horse to water but ten cannot make him drink, and you may as well
understand now as later that this continual postponement of your college
career is about to cease. We have settled it otherwise. Kathleen will
take your school--an awful drop for the kids, but what joy for the big
boys. She and I will read together in the evenings. The farm will go on.
Sam and Joe are really very good and steady; Joe at least, and Sam most
of the time. Dad's new work will not take him from home so much,
he says. And next year me for the fine arts and the white lights of
Winnipeg. That's all that needs to be said."

"I think, dear," said the mother, looking at her son, "Nora is right."

"Now, Mother," exclaimed Larry, "I don't like to hear your foot come
down just yet. I know that tone of finality, but listen--"

"We have listened," said Kathleen, "and we know we are right. I shall
take the school, Mr. Farwell--"

"Mr. Farwell, eh?--" exclaimed Nora significantly.

"Mr. Farwell has promised me," continued Kathleen, "indeed has offered
me, the school. Nora and I can study together. I shall keep up my music.
Nora will keep things going outside, mother will look after every thing
as usual, Dad will help us outside and in. So that's settled."

"Settled!" cried her brother. "You are all terribly settling. It seems
to me that you apparently forget--"

Once more the mother interposed. "Larry, dear, Kathleen has put it very
well. Your father and I have talked it over"--the young people glanced
at each other and smiled at this ancient and well-worn phrase--"we
have agreed that it is better that you should finish your college this
winter. Of course we know you would suggest delay, but we are anxious
that you should complete your course."

"But, Mother, listen--" began Larry.

"Nonsense,