"You don't need it. You used to sing it in camp." "But I had André's violin." "I have it! Pierre will fiddle for you." Jamie jumped to his feet. "Hark!" We listened. Sure enough, from some room behind the kitchen offices, probably in the summer kitchen, we could hear the faint but merry sounds of a violin. "They 're celebrating your home-coming, Ewart! I knew they were up to snuff when Angélique gave me an order for a half a dozen bottles of the 'vin du pays', you remember, Marcia? They 're at it now. I might have known it, for they have n't come in to say good night." "Let's have them all in then," said Mr. Ewart. "They 'll stay up as long as we do." "Will you sing for them?" Mrs. Macleod put the question directly to her host. "For you and them, if you wish it," was the cordial reply. "Jamie, you 're master of ceremonies and have had something up your sleeve all this evening; I know by your looks. Bring them in." Jamie laughed mischievously. "Oh, I 'll bring them in," he said. I knew then that, unknown to his mother and me, he had planned a surprise. "Get Cale in, if you can," Mr. Ewart called after him. "Oh, Cale 's abed before this; _he_ does n't acknowledge you as his lord of the manor, not yet." "That was remarkable, Gordon," said the Doctor, as soon as the door closed on Jamie. "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--" "Like what, Marcia?" Mrs. Macleod put this question.