he flag-staff and get at least a clover stalk for a memorial
of the gallant Brock who is buried there."

"And I will overtake you too, mother," said Julia, falling back with
Edward.

The soldier's eye followed the children: "God bless them--God bless
them!" said he, "that is better than a monument."

"What is better than a monument, friend?" asked Mrs. Sackville, riveted
to the spot, as most mothers would be, by an honest commendation of her
children.

"The memory of an innocent heart--and a tear from eyes that never cried
for sin, my lady--we soldiers die, and are turned into the turf--but we
are honored in our officers."

"Farewell, my friend; I wish you well," said Mrs. Sackville, dropping a
piece of money into the soldier's hand, and then turned from him while
he was still uttering his hearty, "God bless you, my lady."

Julia hailed Edward as he was bounding off towards the flag-staff, and
begged him to stop for her, as she had something private to say to him.
He laughed at her passion for secrets, said he could not possibly be
detained, and at last good naturedly stopped to listen. "Ned," she said,
"I tell you what I was thinking of--as it was our fault, you know, that
poor Mrs. Barton lost her money--and she is so anxious to get to
Quebec--and that little Dick is such a good good natured little
fellow--I was thinking, Ned--"

"For mercy's sake think a little faster, Julia."

"Well, I was thinking, if we could contrive some way to have her go down
in the boat with us."

"Contrive! it could not take us long to contrive I think: we can only
ask papa, you know, and all the contrivance in the world will do her no
good, if he does not think it best."

"But, then, Ned, there is one thing I would like to propose to father
and mother, if you are willing to join me."

"Don't be so round-about, Julia, as if I was the great Mogul. Speak
out."

"Well then, to speak plain--you know Edward, you and I have each of
us five dollars that papa gave us to buy Canada curiosities with; now
I think if we were to club, we might have enough to get Mrs. Barton
to Quebec, if the captains of the boats are good-natured men, and
reasonable in their charges, and if papa approves the scheme--and
if"----

"If--if--if," said Edward, "we shall never move the woman with all
these _ifs_ to clog the way; one _if_ is sure, that if we spend our
money this way, we might have saved ourselves all the trouble of
planning so many times over