CHAPTER X.
THE SPIRIT Of CANADA Whatever it was that rendered it necessary for Duckworth to "see the fellows," that necessity vanished in the presence of Nora.
"Are you going to take in the polo ?" he asked.
"Am I?
Am I going to continue breathing ?" cried Nora.

"Come along, Mother, we must go if we are to get a good place." "May I find one for you," said Mr.Duckworth, quite forgetting that he "must see the fellows," and thinking only of his good luck in falling in with such a "stunning-looking girl." He himself had changed into flannels, and with his athletic figure, his brown, healthy face, brown eyes and hair, was a thoroughly presentable young man.

He found a place with ease for his party, a dozen people offering to make room for them.
As Mr.Duckworth let his eyes rest upon the young lady at his side his sense of good-fortune grew upon him, for Nora in white pique skirt and batiste blouse smartly girdled with a scarlet patent leather belt, in white canvas shoes and sailor hat, made a picture good to look at.

Her dark olive brown skin, with rich warm colour showing through the sunburn of her cheeks, her dark eyes, and her hair for once "done up in style" under Kathleen's supervision, against the white of her costume made her indeed what her escort thought, "a stunning-looking girl." Usually careless as to her appearance, she had yielded to Kathleen's persuasion and had "gotten herself up to kill." No wonder her friends of both sexes followed her with eyes of admiration, for no one envied Nora, her frank manner, her generous nature, her open scorn at all attempts to win admiration, made her only friends.
"Bring your mother over here," cried Mrs.Waring-Gaunt, who rejoiced exceedingly in the girl's beauty.

"Why, how splendidly you are looking to-day," she continued in a more confidential tone as the party grouped themselves about her.