mp, kindly face and a timid
manner. As she spoke she, true to her German training, evidently waited
for an indication of her brother's desire.

"There are the cows, you know," continued her brother.

"Yes, there are the cows," her face clouding as she spoke.

"Oh, rot!" said Larry, "you don't milk until evening, and we get back
before tea. Come along."

Still the girl hesitated. "Well," said her brother brusquely, "do you
want to come?"

She glanced timidly at his rather set face and then at Larry. "I don't
know. I am afraid that--"

"Oh, come along, Dorothea, do you hear me telling you? You will be in
plenty of time and your brother will help you with the milking."

"Ernest help! Oh, no!"

"Not on your life!" said that young man. "I never milk. I haven't for
years. Well, come along then," he added in a grudging voice.

"That is fine," said Larry. "But, Dorothea, you ought to make him learn
to milk. Why shouldn't he? The lazy beggar. Do you mean to say that he
never helps with the milking?"

"Oh, never," said Dorothea.

"Our men don't do women's work," said Ernest. "It is not the German way.
It is not fitting."

"And what about women doing men's work?" said Larry. "It seems to me I
have seen German women at work in the fields up in the Settlement."

"I have no doubt you have," replied Ernest stiffly. "It is the German
custom."

"You make me tired," said Larry, "the German custom indeed! Does that
make it right?"

"For us, yes," replied Ernest calmly.

"But you are Canadians, are you not? Are there to be different standards
in Canada for different nationalities?"

"Oh, the Germans will follow the German way. Because it is German, and
demonstrated through experience to be the best. Look at our people. Look
at our prosperity at home, at our growth in population, at our wealth,
at our expansion in industry and commerce abroad. Look at our social
conditions and compare them with those in this country or in any other
country in the world. Who will dare to say that German methods and
German customs are not best, at least for Germans? But let us move a
little faster, otherwise we shall never catch up with them." He touched
his splendid broncho into a sharp gallop, the other horses following
more slowly behind.

"He is very German, my brother," said Dorothea. "He thinks he is
Canadian, but he is not the same since he went over Home. He is talking
all the time about Germany, Germany, Germany. I hate it." H