, mind that," she
cried, slapping the butter viciously with her wooden paddle. "Just let
Mr. Opportunity come along once more, and see if I let him go! Never
again!"

And then she made a daring resolution. She would dress up, even if it
was Monday morning, and go away down to the village, and see if some
event wouldn't happen. Something told her that a great adventure was
awaiting her just out there on the road if she would only go to meet it.

She packed away the butter in its firm golden bars, and went into the
house. As she crossed the grassy open space, an old-fashioned double
buggy went rattling down the road. Some one in the back seat waved a
gay parasol at her, and Christina responded with a flap of her apron.

It was two of the three Miss Grants going to town with their adopted
nephew, Gavin Hume, who was now Gavin Grant. For the very summer that
Christina had given her berries to the abused little orphan, the Grant
sisters had rescued him from the dire possibility of being taken West
by the Skinflint Jenkinses who were moving to the prairies. Gavin had
grown very dear to the old ladies, and indeed it was the joke of the
neighbourhood how much they petted him.

"There's Oor Gavie with two of his Aunties," called Christina to Ellen,
who was looking through the door to see who was passing. "I guess they
are taking him to town to help him choose a new necktie."

Ellen laughed. The Grant Girls, as they were still called, were
certainly foolish enough over Gavin to do it. They were still Mrs.
Lindsay's closest friends, and "Oor Gavie's" virtues were well known in
the Lindsay family.

"I'm all done now," declared Christina, standing in the middle of the
kitchen, and waving her apron vigorously. "And as it is my birthday, I
think I'll go off and look for an adventure. I feel as if something's
got to happen to-day, or I'll set fire to the house."

Her elder sister turned from her pie-baking to look at her. "Well, my
goodness," she exclaimed, "sometimes I think you're not in your right
mind." Ellen was staid and steady and well behaved and could never
comprehend Christina's restlessness. "Whatever do you want now?"

"I want to go to the University; that's the exact truth. But as I
can't go before dinner, I believe I'll walk down into the village
instead, and see if I can meet Mr. Opportunity."

"Mr. What?" asked Ellen in alarm. If Christina had any smallest notion
of dressing up and parading t