eyes. "But poor granny, how is she to cross the seas?"

"Oh, never mind about me," the old woman broke in cheerfully. "I'll be
no drag on you. If you want granny, granny's not too old to travel; and
if you don't want her, why she can look after the cottage, and have an
English home ready for you whenever you turn back to the old country."

"Of course we shall need you, granny," John Huxford said, with a cheery
laugh. "Fancy leaving granny behind! That would never do! Mary! But
if you both come out, and if we are married all snug and proper at
Montreal, we'll look through the whole city until we find a house
something like this one, and we'll have creepers on the outside just
the same, and when the doors are shut and we sit round the fire on the
winter's nights, I'm hanged if we'll be able to tell that we're not at
home. Besides, Mary, it's the same speech out there, and the same king
and the same flag; it's not like a foreign country."

"No, of course not," Mary answered with conviction. She was an orphan
with no living relation save her old grandmother, and no thought in life
but to make a helpful and worthy wife to the man she loved. Where these
two were she could not fail to find happiness. If John went to Canada,
then Canada became home to her, for what had Brisport to offer when he
was gone?

"I'm to write to-night then and accept?" the young man asked. "I knew
you would both be of the same mind as myself, but of course I couldn't
close with the offer until we had talked it over. I can get started in a
week or two, and then in a couple of months I'll have all ready for you
on the other side."

"It will be a weary, weary time until we hear from you, dear John," said
Mary, clasping his hand; "but it's God's will, and we must be patient.
Here's pen and ink. You can sit at the table and write the letter which
is to take the three of us across the Atlantic." Strange how Don Diego's
thoughts were moulding human lives in the little Devon village.

The acceptance was duly despatched, and John Huxford began immediately
to prepare for his departure, for the Montreal firm had intimated that
the vacancy was a certainty, and that the chosen man might come out
without delay to take over his duties. In a very few days his scanty
outfit was completed, and he started off in a coasting vessel for
Liverpool, where he was to catch the passenger ship for Quebec.

"Remember, John," Mary whispered, as he pressed her to his heart up