"Still, one would need to be very wise to take hold there--and I do not think you care for politics."
"No," said Brooke, with a faint, dry smile. "Besides, remembering Saxton, I should feel a becoming diffidence about wishing to serve my nation in that fashion. There are men enough who are anxious to do it already, and I would be happier grappling with the rocks and pines in Western Canada."
"Then," said Barbara, "if it pleases you, we will go back to the great unfinished land where the dreams of such men as you are come true."
THE END.