And I believe she lives near Catharines-town to-day!" "What! Why do you think so ?" I exclaimed, astounded.
"Is not the Vale Yndaia there, near Catharines-town ?" "Yes.

But why----" "Then listen, Euan.

Every year upon a certain day--the twelfth of May--no matter where I chance to be, always outside my door I find two little beaded moccasins.

I have had them thirteen times in thirteen years.

And every year--save the last two--the moccasins have been made a little larger, as though to fit my growing years.