Oh, hurry! We shall be in time for the programme." The mysterious woman, born of the moon, was gone.

In her place was a rumple-haired, bright-eyed child.

Callandar took up the paddle with a whimsical smile.
"Sit still or you'll overturn the canoe!" he said warningly.

And across the narrowing stretch of water floated the opening sentiments of the patriotic cottagers.
"O Cana_dah_, our heritage, our love--".