“It appears to me, Miss Nora,” said Dr. Brown after a somewhat prolonged discussion, “that to accomplish all the things that you have suggested, and they all seem not only delightful but necessary, we shall require at least a month of diligent application.” “At the very least,” cried Nora. “So what are we going to do?” said the doctor. It was finally decided that the Browns should extend their stay at Lakeside House for a week, after which the doctor should proceed to the coast and be met on his return at Banff by Jane, with Nora as her guest. “Then that's all settled,” said Larry. “Now what's for to-day?” As if in answer to that question a honk of a motor car was heard outside. Nora rushed to the door, saying, “That's Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.” But she returned hastily with heightened colour. “Larry,” she said, “it's that Mr. Wakeham.” “Wakeham,” cried Larry. “What's got him up so early, I wonder?” with a swift look at Jane. “I wonder,” said Nora, giving Jane a little dig. “I thought I would just run up and see if you had all got home safely last night,” they heard his great voice booming outside to Larry. “My, but he is anxious,” said Nora. “But who is he, Nora?” inquired her mother. “A friend of Jane's, and apparently terribly concerned about her welfare.” “Stop, Nora,” said Jane, flushing a fiery red. “Don't be silly. He is a young man whom we met on the train, Mrs. Gwynne, a friend of some of our Winnipeg friends.” “We shall be very glad to have him stay with us, my dear,” said Mrs. Gwynne. “Go and bring him in.” “Go on, Jane,” said Nora. “Now, Nora, stop it,” said Jane. “I will get really cross with you. Hush, there he is.” The young man seemed to fill up the door with his bulk. “Mr. Wakeham,” said Larry, as the young fellow stood looking around on the group with a frank, expansive smile upon his handsome face. As his eye fell upon a little lady the young man seemed to come to attention. Insensibly he appeared to assume an attitude of greater respect as he bowed low over her hand. “I hope you will pardon my coming here so early in the morning,” he said with an embarrassed air. “I have the honour of knowing your guests.” “Any friend of our guests is very welcome here, Mr. Wakeham,” said Mrs. Gwynne, smiling at him with gentle dignity. “Good morning, Mr. Wakeham,” said Jane, coming forward with outstretched hand. “You are very early in your calls. You could not have slept very much.” “No, indeed,” replied Mr. Wakeham, “and that is one reason why I waked so early. My bed was not so terribly attractive.” “Oh,” exclaimed Nora in a disappointed tone, as she shook hands with him, “we thought you were anxious to see us.” “Quite right,” said the young man, holding her hand and looking boldly into her eyes. “I have come to see you.”