ong and park your buzzwagon here beside
mine."

She ran to her car, sprang in and whirled it into place before the V. A.
D. had hers well started.

Barry waited where they had left him. The sudden appearing of Paula had
stirred within him depths of feeling that almost overpowered him. His
mind was far away in Athabasca, once more he was seeing the dark pool,
the swiftly flowing water, the campfire, and his father bending over it.
His heart was quivering as if a hand had been rudely thrust into a raw
wound in it.

The V. A. D. held Paula a few moments beside her car, speaking quickly
and earnestly. When they rejoined Barry, Paula's eyes were soft with
unshed tears, and her voice was very gentle.

"I know, Barry," she said. "Miss Vincent just told me. Oh, what terrible
changes this war brings to us all. We see so many sad things here every
day. It's terribly sad for you, Barry."

"Yes, it is sad, Paula, and it is going to be lonely. You have brought
back to me that bright day on the Athabasca. But," he added earnestly,
"after all, in this war everything personal is so small. Besides, he was
so splendid, you know, and the boys told me he played the game up there
right to the end. So I'm not going to shame him; at least, I'm trying
not to."

But bright as was Barry's smile, Paula caught the quivering of his lips,
and turned quickly away from him.

After a moment or two of silence, she cried, with her old impulsiveness,
"Now you will both lunch with me. I'm the quartermaster of this outfit,
and have a small parlour of my own. We shall have a lovely, cosy time,
just Miss Vincent, you and myself together."

"But," replied the V. A. D., "I have just arranged with the matron to
lunch with her."

"Oh, rubbish! I'll cut that out, all right. What's the use of being
quartermaster if I can't arrange a lunch party to suit myself?"

Still the V. A. D. demurred. With her, breaking an engagement for lunch
was a serious affair--was indeed taking a liberty which no English girl
would think of doing.

"Oh, that's nonsense!" cried Paula. "I'll make it perfectly all right.
Look here," she cried, wheeling upon the V. A. D., "you Britishers
are so terribly correct. I'll show you a little shirtsleeve diplomacy.
Besides, if you don't come in on this you can have the matron, and I'll
take Barry," she said with a threatening smile. "Watch me!" she added,
as she ran away.

"What a splendid girl!" said the V. A. D. "And that captivati