THE REVIVAL Those last days of Maimie's visit sped by on winged feet.

To Ranald they were brimming with happiness, every one of them.

It was the slack time of the year, between seeding and harvest, and there was nothing much to keep him at home.

And so, with Harry, his devoted companion, Ranald roamed the woods, hitching up Lisette in Yankee's buckboard, put her through her paces, and would now and then get up such bursts of speed as took Harry's breath away; and more than all, there was the chance of a word with Maimie.

He had lost much of his awkwardness.