There was a history of typhoid fever, and as Elizabeth soon suspected, an incipient history of drink.

In the first two years of his Canadian life the man worked for a farmer during the summer, and loafed in Winnipeg during the winter.

There demoralisation had begun, and as Elizabeth listened, the shadow of the Old World seemed to be creeping across the radiant Canadian landscape.

The same woes ?--the same weaknesses ?--the same problems of an unsound urban life?
Her heart sank for a moment--only to provoke an instant reaction of cheerfulness.

No!--in Canada the human will has still room to work, and is not yet choked by a jungle growth of interests.
She waited for Anderson to come in, and meanwhile she warmed and comforted the mother.