Every atom of him disseminated good cheer.
"You don't know how good it seems to get back home," he exclaimed, as they shook hands.

"I feel like a boy--actually like a boy, Philip! Didn't sleep two winks after I went to bed, and Miriam scolded me for keeping her awake.

Bless my soul, I wouldn't live in Montreal if they'd make me a present of the whole Hudson's Bay Company." "Nor I," said Philip.

"I love the North." "How long ?" "Four years--without a break." "One can live a long time in the North in four years," mused the master of Adare.

"But Josephine said she met you in Montreal ?" "True," laughed Philip, catching himself.