"A bore, and you a Canadian! Why, you are one of my brothers' friends, and besides you seem to me a friend of our family.

My uncle Howard, you know, told me all about you.

Besides," she added in a voice of great gentleness, "you remember, I promised." Barry caught her hand.
"I wish I could tell you all I feel about it, but somehow I can't get the words." She allowed her hand to remain in his for a moment or two; then withdrawing it, said hurriedly, with a slight colour showing in her cheeks: "I think I understand." Then changing her tone abruptly, and dropping into the business-like manner of a V.A.D., she said, "So, we'll go to-morrow.

It will be a splendid run, if the day is fine.

We had better start by nine o'clock to give us a long day." Then, as if forgetting she was a V.A.D., she added with a little catch in her voice, "Oh, I shall love it!" The day proved to be fine,--one of those golden days of spring that have given to the land its name of "sunny France." It was a day for life and youth and hope.