but might be in the master's
place the next day. And certainly John Coulson was a model husband,
and a rising lawyer besides. On the whole, Miss Gordon was perfectly
satisfied with the match she now firmly believed she had made for her
niece. Each year she grew more absorbed in her ambition for William's
family. They were all responding so splendidly to her efforts. She
would raise them to social eminence, she declared to herself, in spite
of William's neglect and Mrs. Jarvis's indifference. With John
Coulson's help Malcolm had secured a position in the bank of a
neighboring town. Jean was teaching school in Toronto, and because
Jean must needs do the work of two people, she was reading up the
course Charles Stuart was taking in the University and attending such
lectures as she could. Even Elizabeth, through Annie's goodness, was
getting such learning as she was capable of taking. And John was at
college learning to be a doctor. That was the hardest task of all, the
sending of John to college. And only Miss Gordon knew how it had been
accomplished. She had managed it somehow for the first year, and John
was to earn money during his first summer vacation for his next year.

Down the long leafy street Elizabeth was moving now between the two
tall figures. There was so much to tell, so many questions to ask, and
she talked all the time. To the boys' disgust they could extract from
her very little information respecting any person except the one
supreme personage who now ruled her days--Annie's baby. She was
overcome with indignation that Annie had not already displayed him.
What if he was asleep! It was a shame to make anybody wait five
minutes for a sight of such a vision. Why, he was the most angelic and
divinely exquisite, sweetest, dearest, darlingest pet that ever
gladdened the earth. He was a vision, that's what he was! Just a
vision all cream satin and rose-leaf and gold. Elizabeth described him
at such length that the boys in self-defense uttered their old, old
threat. They would climb a fence and run away--and Elizabeth, whose
long skirts now precluded the possibility of her old defiant
counter-threat to follow them, desisted and bade them "just wait."

They were climbing the heights that formed the part of the town called
Sunset Hill. It was a beautiful spot, with streets embowered in maple
trees and bordered by lawns and gardens. At the end of each leafy
avenue gleamed Cheemaun Lake with