Down this burnished path young men and maidens were skating, and their way was paved with gold.

There was soft tinting of this same light on the undulations of the pearly land beyond; blue shadows were in its woods, and reflected fire on many a window of the houses that clustered near and far.

She knew that in each house that was a true Canadian home there was joyous preparations going on for the next day's fete.

She wondered what it would be like to be at home in this country, to be one in its sports and festivities.

She could not see from her attic window the land on this side of the river, but she heard the shouts of some boys who were spending their holiday at the college.