In Canada's foundation days there lay wonderful stories of sturdy people. Especially in the older portion of Ontario is there rich material for the novelist. Miss Keith draws her material from the counties of Ontario which have given Canada her greatest name. Hers is a forceful, interesting style that binds the reader from first to last.thin, stooped figure and worn face made up the most beautiful personality the world could produce. But he turned to the fire, and his dreams floated far away beyond the ring of fire-light, and beyond Granny's gentle voice. For he had entered a new world that day, the great new world of school, and his imagination had a wider field in which to run riot. He was still dreaming, and Granny was half-way through the psalm for the second time, when the stamping of snowy feet at the door announced the return of Big Malcolm and his sons. Callum came swinging in first, Callum who was such a gay, handsome, rollicking fellow that he was Scotty's hero and copy. The boy sprang up, pitching himself upon him, and was promptly swung over the young man's shoulders, until his feet kicked the raftered ceiling. Scotty yelled with glee, Bruce leaped up barking, and the room was in an uproar. "Hooch! be quate!" shouted Big Malcolm. "It is a child you are yourself, Callum!"' At the sounds of the noise and laugh
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