l? I said a moustache. I hope you
sleep well here, my dear. I had that room of yours for some time, but
I had to move back here, I could never get to sleep after they put up
the Israelite at the corner. It shone right over my bed. Let me see
now. You are the second daughter, are you not? Your father was a fine
man, my dear. Yes, indeed. We knew him well as a student. He
preached one summer in--where was that, Annabel? Alaska?"

"Muskoka, Mother."

"Oh, yes, Muskoka, and the Rev. Walter Hislop, your father, was there
as a student."

"Murray, you mean, Mother."

"Don't interrupt me, Annabel. Your uncle preached there two summers,
my dear, and I thought my daughter Annabel and he--"

"It was Elizabeth, Mother, not me! Good gracious, how old do you think
I am?" demanded Miss Annabel, quite alarmed.

"Oh, Elizabeth, of course. I really thought she and your brother, the
Rev. Mr. McIntosh, should have become engaged before the summer was
over. But we had other plans for our daughter, and we thought it wiser
for her to go to the sea-shore the next summer."

"Now, Mother," said Miss Annabel tactfully. "Miss Murray doesn't want
to hear all that ancient history. She has to get her supper. She's
tired and hungry."

Helen slept soundly that night. Two big windows of her room looked out
to the west where, beyond the town, ran a high wooded ridge, and the
low organ tones of the evening wind singing through the trees made her
forget her grief and lulled her to sleep.

She set off to her work early in the morning, nervous and apprehensive.
Her hostesses all wished her well. Miss Armstrong, in her quiet
stately fashion hoped she would find her employment congenial, and
Grandma expressed the desire that Miss Carstairs would enjoy her work
at the cemetery, a remark which the worried young teacher felt was more
appropriate than the kindly old lady guessed. Miss Annabel followed
her to the gate, with instructions regarding the road to school. She
plucked a big crimson dahlia from its bed and stuck it in the belt of
Helen's blue dress.

"Good luck, dearie, and cheer up!" she cried, seeing the look in the
sad blue eyes. "School teaching's heaps of fun, I feel sure. Don't
worry about it. We're going to have great times in the evenings.
There's always something on. Bye bye, and good luck," and she tripped
up the garden path waving her hand gaily.

Helen had scarcely gone half a block under the elm boughs,