We have only skirted round the edge and scratched its surface." "It is a fine thing," said Marjorie, "to have a country to be made, and it is fine to be a man and have a part in the making of it." "Yes," agreed Kalman, "it is fine." "I envy you," cried Marjorie with enthusiasm.
A shadow fell on Kalman's face.

"I don't know that you need to, after all." Then she said good-by, leaving him with heart throbbing and nerves tingling to his finger tips.

Ah, how dear she was! What mad folly to think he could forget her! Every glance of her eye, every tone in her soft Scotch voice, every motion of hand and body, how familiar they all were! Like the faint elusive perfume from the clover fields of childhood, they smote upon his senses with intoxicating power.

Standing there tingling and trembling, he made one firm resolve.

Never would he see her again.