"So that is your reason. A very good one, too."
"Yes, I came first for my husband, second for you, dear, and third," her eyes flashed as she looked around, "well, for the people of Penetang."
Then they all clapped hands and laughed, settling her place forever in the hearts of the little community.
The afternoon's sun was nearing the horizon, and the little bay lay before them surrounded by trees of wondrous tints—a thing of beauty.
"Oh, how delightful!" exclaimed Maud; "and this is to be my home—a veritable fairyland."
"We will make it one for you if we can," returned Helen, with a bright smile.
Maud's eyes wandered quickly over the quaint buildings which already stood here and there upon upland and shore, until finally they rested upon the island.
"And what is that little white house standing among the trees?" she asked.
"That is our magazine," said Harold, who stood hand in hand with his wife. "The little citadel that guards our bay."
"And that scaffolding down at the water's edge. It looks as if they were putting up the masts of a ship."