Everyone you meet," with a mischievous smile, "will say, 'Callandar--ah! no relation to Dr.Henry Callandar of Montreal, I suppose ?' And then they will look sympathetic and you will want to slap them." "Dear me! I never thought of that! I had no idea that the Montreal man would be known up here.

In the cities, perhaps, but not here." The girl raised her straight black brows in a way which expressed displeasure at his slighting tone.
"You are mistaken," she said briefly.

"I must go now.

It is time to ring the bell.

The children are running wild." For the first time the doctor began to take an intelligent interest in his surroundings, and saw that the tree, the white stoop and the small white building were situated in a little, quiet oasis separated by a low fence from the desert of a large yard containing the red pump.