The water in the one streamlet flowed to the Atlantic, that in its fellow to the Pacific.
Eternal parable of small beginnings and vast fates! But in this setting of untrodden mountains, and beside this railway which now for a few short years had been running its parlour and dining cars, its telegraphs and electric lights and hotels, a winding thread of life and civilisation, through the lonely and savage splendours of snow-peak and rock, transforming day by day the destinies of Canada--the parable became a truth, proved upon the pulses of men.
The party sat down on the grass beside the bright, rippling water, and Yerkes brought them coffee.

While they were taking it, the two engine-drivers descended from the cab of the engine and began to gather a few flowers and twigs from spring bushes that grew near.

They put them together and offered them to Lady Merton.

She, going to speak to them, found that they were English and North Country.
"Philip!--Mr.Arthur!--they come from our side of Carlisle!" Philip looked up with a careless nod and smile.

Delaine rose and went to join her.