their country, to plan great enterprises and carry them through
with brain and courage, to manage and control, to aim high and
strike one's aim. There, I'm waxing eloquent, so I'd better
stop. But ambition, man! Why, I'm full of it--it's bubbling in
every pore of me. I mean to make the department store of
Marshall & Company famous from ocean to ocean. Father started in
life as a poor boy from a Nova Scotian farm. He has built up a
business that has a provincial reputation. I mean to carry it
on. In five years it shall have a maritime reputation, in ten, a
Canadian. I want to make the firm of Marshall & Company stand
for something big in the commercial interests of Canada. Isn't
that as honourable an ambition as trying to make black seem white
in a court of law, or discovering some new disease with a
harrowing name to torment poor creatures who might otherwise die
peacefully in blissful ignorance of what ailed them?"

"When you begin to make poor jokes it is time to stop arguing
with you," said David, with a shrug of his fat shoulders. "Go
your own gait and dree your own weird. I'd as soon expect
success in trying to storm the citadel single-handed as in trying
to turn you from any course about which you had once made up your
mind. Whew, this street takes it out of a fellow! What could
have possessed our ancestors to run a town up the side of a hill?
I'm not so slim and active as I was on MY graduation day ten
years ago. By the way, what a lot of co-eds were in your
class--twenty, if I counted right. When I graduated there were
only two ladies in our class and they were the pioneers of their
sex at Queenslea. They were well past their first youth, very
grim and angular and serious; and they could never have been on
speaking terms with a mirror in their best days. But mark you,