A certain amount of rude service money can command in the Northwest; but it is a service which only the housewife's personal cooeperation can make tolerable.

Life returns, in fact, to the old primitive pattern; and a woman counts on the prairie according as "she looketh well to the ways of her household and eateth not the bread of idleness." Suddenly Elizabeth perceived her own hands lying on her lap.

Useless bejewelled things! When had they ever fed a man or nursed a child?
Under her gauze veil she coloured fiercely.

If the housewife, in her primitive meaning and office, is vital to Canada, still more is the house-mother.

"Bear me sons and daughters; people my wastes!" seems to be the cry of the land itself.