“I should think you feel yourself well out of all that,” suggested Philip.
“No, it sounds queer, but I don’t. I am always thinking what they are doing now out there. The true Canadian loves Canada as the Irish love Ireland. I don’t mean the sort that get dumped down there from England—cheeky, uppish, lazy chaps that turn tail at a bit of work. I mean Canadians.”
“But some Englishmen seem to get on in Canada,” ventured Philip.
“The right sort do,” acknowledged the Colonial, “but the right sort would get on anywhere.”
They parted company at the bungalow, and Philip went over to the White House later.
He was taken into the drawing-room by Mattie, where he found himself alone.
His eyes wandered round the room and fell on an enormous unopened parcel addressed to Miss Le Breton.
On the big white label was the name of Uncle Robert’s publisher.
Then Philip understood how a whole edition of “Wings and Winds” had been sold.