"No. I don't see myself on a farm in Manitoba. Do you?"

"I don't know as I do," said James, examining her appearance, with a
constant increase of his pride in it. "So ye saw 'em off at Glasgow. I
reckon she made a great fuss?"

"Fuss?"

"Cried."

"Oh yes, of course."

"Did you cry, miss?"

"Of course I cried," said Helen, passionately, sitting up straight. "Why
do you ask such questions?"

"And us'll never see Susan again?"

"Of course I shall go over and _see_ them," said Helen. "I only meant
that I shouldn't go to stop. I daresay I shall go next year, in the
holidays."




CHAPTER IV

INVITATION TO TEA