r! Well do I remember you--and that day in the Cuagh Oir--but
you have forgotten all about that day." A little flush appeared on her
pale cheek.

"Forgotten?" cried Martin.

"But you didn't know me," she added with a slight severity in her tone.

"I was not looking for you."

"Not looking for me?" cried the girl. "Then who--?" She paused in a
sudden confusion, and with a little haughty lift of her head said,
"Where is Allan, my brother?"

But the doctor ignored her question. He was gazing at her in stupid
amazement.

"I was looking for a little girl," he said, "in a blue serge dress and
tangled hair, brown, and all curls, with brown eyes and--"

"And you found a grown up woman with all the silly curls in their proper
place--much older--very much older. It is a habit we have in Scotland of
growing older."

"Older?"

"Yes, older, and more sober and sensible--and plainer."

"Plainer?" The doctor's mind was evidently not working with its usual
ease and swiftness, partly from amazement at the transformation that had
resulted in this tall slender young lady standing before him with
her stately air, and partly from rage at himself and his unutterable
stupidity.

"But you have not answered me," said the girl, obviously taken aback at
the doctor's manner. "Where is my brother? He was to meet me. This is
Cal--gar--ry, is it not?"

"It's Calgary all right," cried the doctor, glad to find in this fact a
solid resting place for his mind.

"And my brother? There is nothing wrong?" The alarm in her voice brought
him to himself.

"Wrong? Not a bit. At least, not much."

"Not much? Tell me at once, please." With an imperious air the young
lady lifted her head and impaled the doctor with her flashing brown
eyes.

"Well," said the doctor in halting confusion, "you see, he met with an
accident."

"An accident?" she cried. "You are hiding something from me, Mr. Martin.
My brother is ill, or--"

"No, no, not he. An Indian hit him on the head," said the doctor,
rendered desperate by her face.

"An Indian?" Her cry, her white face, the quick clutch of her hands at
her heart, roused the doctor's professional instincts and banished his
confusion.

"He is perfectly all right, I assure you, Miss Cameron. Only it was
better that he should have his sleep out. He was most anxious to meet
you, but as his medical adviser I urged him to remain quiet and offered
to come in his place. His wife is with him. A day's rest, believ