enjoyed since childhood. As a consequence, it was a thoroughly
rejuvenated Nora that landed in Montreal. The stress and strain of the
past summer was forgotten or only to be looked back upon as a sort of
horrid nightmare from which she had happily awakened.

It was too late in the day after they had landed to think of continuing
her journey. Besides, as is often the case with people who have stood a
sea voyage without experiencing any disagreeable sensations, Nora found
that she still felt the motion of the boat after landing.

It seemed a pity, too, not to see something of this new-world city while
she was on the ground. Her brother's farm was still an incredible
distance farther west. People thought nothing of distance in this
amazing New World. Still, it might easily be long before she would be
here again. The future was a blank page. There was a delightful
irresponsibility about the thought. She had come over the sea at her
brother's bidding. The future was his care, not hers.

The journey west had the same charm of novelty that the sea voyage had
had. The nearest station to Eddie's farm was a place called Dyer in the
Province of Manitoba, not far from Winnipeg. Once inured to the new and
strange mode of traveling in Canada, so different from what she had been
accustomed to, Nora prepared to enjoy it. Never before had she realized
the possibilities of beauty in a winter landscape. The flying prospect
without the window fascinated her. The magazines and papers with which
she had provided herself lay unopened in her lap. She realized that
these vast snow-covered stretches might easily drive one mad with their
loneliness and desolation if one had to live among them. But to rush
through them as they were doing was exhilarating. It was all so strange,
so contrary to any previous experience, that Nora had an uncanny feeling