The big light flashed and beaconed.

Owen Ford looked around him with satisfaction.
"And so this is Four Winds," he said.

"I wasn't prepared to find it quite so beautiful, in spite of all mother's praises.

What colors--what scenery--what charm! I shall get as strong as a horse in no time.

And if inspiration comes from beauty, I should certainly be able to begin my great Canadian novel here." "You haven't begun it yet ?" asked Anne.
"Alack-a-day, no.