it suits me. It is novel, exciting, and shows us human nature in a variety of phases. I don't know what would induce me to return to the tame old country from which we emigrated, where things go on in such a plodding, hum drum style that one day is a true type of all the rest. I like to see things move on. I like novelty, change, and a spice of danger, too, perhaps,—at least, Dimple says that I do."
Here he glanced toward his wife, who answered, while she rearranged the soft blankets around the sleeping babe:
"It is true enough, Robert. How the great pines, back here on the hill, are moaning and complaining! I shall fancy that I hear distressed cries, as of some poor creature that needs shelter, to-night."
"It is asign of storm," remarked Augustus Reid,—"or thus I have often heard my father say,—when the winds moan as they do to-night."
