As we carried the luggage to the village hotel, at three o'clock on the afternoon of October 30th, the first flakes of snow began to float softly down, and the splendid Canadian summer was at an end.
On Lake Kippewa.
FRANCISCO AND FRANCISCA
By Grace Ellery Channing
Illustrations by Walter Appleton Clark
"It is not a place for everyone," said the priest, quietly, as he led the way under drooping peppers. "These children are orphans of good family. Their excellent mother died a year ago; but they are poor, and I have promised to find them a guest to fill their bedroom. A few dollars will be a blessing to them."
His glance, practised in such measurement, added—"And you are a gentleman—a man to be trusted.
"The house is plain but comfortable. Francisca, like her mother, is an admirable housekeeper," he remarked as he led his guest into the paradise of roses.