sir,
isn't it? Well, they know how to be patriotic there, I can tell you;
flags waving, bands playing and crowds cheering. It's inspiring! But
we could make something even of Canada if her people only had a little
more go. What do you think about our organising a patriotic society
here, sir?"

John Egerton sat back in his chair, and together the two young men
settled the destiny of Canada and her provinces, as well as of Britain
and her colonies, while their host sat in rapt attention. He told
Peter McNabb at the blacksmith shop the next day that it was, without
doubt, the most edifying talk to which he had ever listened. It was
interrupted by a summons to the sitting room to join in the singing.
Wee Andra, who was the leader in musical circles and who had as his
equipment for the position a bass voice in proportion to his size, was
marshalling his forces around the instrument. They made room for the
minister in the best position. He found it very pleasant to stand and
look over Jessie's bright curls as he sang. They rendered a number of
gospel hymns and a new anthem which they were preparing for the
Methodist service next Sabbath evening, the four parts going very
harmoniously. Those young Presbyterians who had a vague fear of their
minister discovering that they sang in the Methodist choir, were both
relieved and pleased when he cried out, at the end of the anthem, "Why,
that's grand! I think I shall turn Methodist myself!" And the
Methodists present laughed delightedly.

Then Sandy Neil, who was an imp of mischief, produced the college song
book which Allan Fraser had introduced into Glenoro the summer before.
The girls were shocked at the thought of showing such a frivolous thing
to the minister, and Bella Hamilton tried to conceal it behind the
sofa; but, to the astonishment of all, he exclaimed as he caught sight
of it, "The College Song Book! Why, here's an old friend! I've sung
everything in that book till I've cracked my voice more times than I
can tell. Come along, boys, let's have 'The Three Crows!'"

The boys let him have them with a rare good will, till the house rang.
Sandy Neil got up on the back of the sofa, where the minister could not
see him, and flapped his arms and cawed and altogether imitated the
antics of a crow to such perfection that the girls around him were
ready to die of smothered laughter. They sang all the old favourites,
and when they came to one they did not know, the