she'll be a high-brow and go travelling over the country lecturing on Women's Rights!" 

 "I do believe I'd do it, even the lecturing part, for the sake of the college course," she declared.  "Oh, Allister, I'm simply aching to get away and have a good education and be—be somebody—even if it's only a Woman's Righter!" 

 "Hooroo! I'm with you. I guess your education won't break me. You've got the kind of spirit that's bound to win, so off you go. You get your sunbonnet and all the fal-lals girls have to get, and be ready next Fall to finish your High School and then it's you for college!" 

 "Allister!" She turned to look at him. It just could not be that he meant what he said. Her eyes were like stars in the twilight, her voice sank to a whisper. 

 "Allister! What are you saying?" 

 He laughed joyfully.  "I'm saying that you can start out on the road to glory next September and I'll foot the bills!" he shouted.  "You're deaf as Grandpa!" 

 Christina suddenly realised that he really meant it; that the glorious unbelievable thing upon which she had set her heart was hers. She gave a sudden spring from her seat to throw herself in an abandon of gratitude upon her brother. But the leap had an entirely different result. The unsteady fence rail upon which she sat gave a lurch, turned over and Christina and it together went crashing into the raspberry and gooseberry bushes and thistles and stones of the fence corner. 

 Allister jumped from his perch to her assistance. 

 "Gosh hang it, girl," he cried, "you might have killed yourself!" 

 Christina staggered to her feet, scratched and dishevelled.  "Oh, my goodness!" she cried, "to think of killing myself at this supreme moment! If I had I'd never, never speak to myself again for missing that University course!" 

 When they got back to the house Christina went about in a happy daze. There was no opportunity to do more than whisper the wonderful news to Sandy, and then she had to fly about to help put everything in order before the guests arrived. 

 The Lindsay home was at all times a popular gathering-place of an evening, for there was always plenty of company and music there, and a jolly time. Indeed Uncle Neil was in the habit of saying that, when the milk pails were hung out along the shed they were like the Standard on 

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