"Yes, he has given me a surprise. Of course you realized that whole description was in metre?"
"I was sure of it after the first page or two, but I could scarcely trust my ears. What the boy has done is to make of it a true Canadian idyl. I wish Drummond might have heard it."
"I believe Jamie knows 'The Habitant' book of poems by heart. Have you ever read it, Miss Farrell?"
"Yes, in New York; and Jamie has promised to give me a copy for a Christmas remembrance."
"I 'll add one to it," said the Doctor, "'The Voyageur,' then you will probe a little deeper into Ewart's love and mine for Canada."
"Oh, thank you; these two will be the beginning of my private library."
"I 'll give you an autograph copy of 'Johnnie Courteau,' if you like; I knew Drummond," said Mr. Ewart.
To say I was pleased, would not express the pleasure those two men gave me in just thinking of me in this way. I thanked them both, a little stiffly, I fear, for I am not used to gifts; but my face must have shown them how genuine was my feeling for the favors. They both saw my slight confusion and interpreted it, for Mr. Ewart said, smiling:
"If you don't mind I will add to the unborn library Drummond's other volume; I 'm going to try to live up to Cale's expectation of me concerning your connection with books. They will help you to remember this evening."
"As if I needed anything to remember it!" I exclaimed, at ease again. "It's like—-it's like—"