ht possibly have been too hasty with
the young rascal, and he would give him one more chance, and only one.
He might come back to the University at Christmas, and if he could take
the supplemental examination that would be set for him, then, he could
go on to the end of his course. Uncle William did not think it would
be wise to let him return this coming Autumn, he ought to be kept in
exile for a little while longer. And they would have to see that he
studied; make him sweat a bit over his failures and a few months up in
that backwoods concession where Peter lived would be beneficial, it
might induce meditation; there must be lots of quiet lying around loose
in that forsaken region. And above all things they must try to knock
it into his head that this was absolutely his last chance.

Uncle William McGarry was one of those Canadians who, having made money
in the great United States, was convinced that there was nothing good
in Canada, since he had always been rather poor there. His attitude
always nettled the Doctor who was a warm Britisher, and when he
answered the letter there was more about the young men who were
responding to the call of the Empire from this same back concession,
than there was about the subject in hand.

Nevertheless Wallace's prophecy had come true. Uncle Will had
recovered from his bilious attack. His convalescence took rather
longer than the young optimist had expected, but as his recovery seemed
sure, there was nothing more to worry about except the intervening
studies. He went at his lessons with a right good will, and then
something happened that disturbed the even course of his life. And
that was the prank that Trooper and Marmaduke played before the former
went to the war.

Christina had been to town. She had gone alone, on an errand for John,
because Sandy and Jimmie were both very busy in the harvest fields. It
was a very warm, dusty day and she let Dolly walk leisurely on the
homeward road. When she came to the village she stopped at the post
office for the mail.

She would not have confessed for the sake of a college course that she
was wondering if there was any possibility of meeting Wallace
Sutherland there. Christina could not have stooped to the little
subterfuges the other girls practiced to waylay him at the corner, but
none the less she could not help wishing that she might encounter him
in some way that would attract his attention. He was always so
pleasant w