et and
make the world sit up and take notice. Ellen's got the craze to go
nursing and she wants to start right away. Only she thinks she ought
to go home. If she trains maybe she'll be going overseas if this war
doesn't show some signs of ending."

It was not at all like Allister, and Christina was filled with anxiety.
What if Sandy and Neil had to be stopped in their college course? And
Allister had furnished many a comfort on the farm that made life easier
for them all and especially for John and had hinted that there might be
a car in the Spring. If his money all went with the war, there would
be never again any chance for her. But she did not worry over herself,
only wrote to Ellen urging her to take her nurse's course by all means,
for everything was quite all right at home.

When the pleasant rush of Christmas was over she was rather surprised
to find that life was not so dull as she had expected. She missed
Wallace, but not quite so much as she felt she should. She grew
impatient with herself and began to wonder if she were different from
other girls. Mary lived for Hugh, and Ellen's days had arranged
themselves around Bruce's coming and going, and she could not but ask
why she was not as joyous over Wallace's preference for her as she had
expected to be.

When he was away from her he seemed to be her very ideal Knight, so
handsome and brave and good, but when he was in her presence, he was
just a very ordinary, pleasant young man, with no halo of romance about
him. She was rather disappointed in herself. She wondered if she were
of a dissatisfied nature whom nothing could please.

And then she had no sooner settled down to a lonely winter than
suddenly Wallace came back. He came up to see her on the very evening
of his return, to explain his sudden appearance and tell her all the
tragic sum of his experiences.

It appeared that his hopes were all blasted; his uncle had behaved in a
shameful manner. In spite of the fact that Wallace had almost studied
himself ill all Fall, Uncle William simply refused to let him go back
to college.

"But your examination!" cried Christina in dismay. "You passed that,
didn't you?"

Wallace had neglected to explain about the examination. One paper, the
Latin prose, was quite beyond belief. The man who set it was crooked,
there was no doubt about it, and anyway Wallace had always felt that
Mr. Sinclair was very old-fashioned in his methods. A fellow just
c