Peggy's Golden Butterfly and Roy's entry, the Red Dragon, borrowed for this race because the biplane was too heavy and clumsy for such fast work, were wheeled to the starting line.

Roy's craft gained a slight lead on the Golden Butterfly and two of the Kelly flyers were soon passed by both the boy and his sister.

" The two boys struck off in the direction of Roy's discovery.

chaffed Roy; "an anarchist bomb factory or an establishment for raising goats, or something that will "butt in" just as much on our peace and quiet, or" "Roy Prescott," enunciated Peggy, severely shaking one pink-tipped finger under Roy's freckled nose, "this is not a subject for jesting.

As he reached the ground, the newcomer extended his hand, as if offering to shake Roy's palm.

exclaimed Mortlake, but to Roy's quick ears, despite the other's attempt to disguise his relief, it stood out boldly.

"Rather," came from Roy's lips, and then without another word he ran out of the room.

Roy's eyes rested on his flushed face with some wonder.

"No," was Roy's response, "we must go, I suppose.

When Roy's spirits sank it was a bad case, and for some minutes there was silence between them.

I was thinking," and the earnest look came into Roy's eyes as he spoke; "I was thinking this morning, I mustn't just live as I like to live when I grow up.

A hot tear splashed on Roy's forehead; he put up his hand and stroked his aunt's face.

After some minutes' search Dudley came in with a sheet of foolscap, and then with pen and ink he began to write at Roy's dictation: "When I am dead" But Dudley's pen stopped.

Yet there were times unknown to any, when Roy's brave little heart sank with the consciousness of it; and often in bed at night his pillow would be wet with tears.

But Roy's lesson this morning was not interesting, and he was unusually talkative.

She had spoken sharply to the boys that morning for bringing in muddy footprints, and her words were still rankling in Roy's breast.

When he was at last able to take his place in the shop again, Roy's mind was at ease about him.

" "Yes, I suppose Dudley would have done it," and Roy's tone was a little sad; "but you see I wanted to help.

and Roy's tone was passionate now.

In any matter of fighting he was Roy's equalindeed his superior, for he was better able to keep his head in the thick of it.

Roy's judgment was correct.

We're all right,' came a hoarse reply, and Roy's tall figure rose from close under the opposite rail, and grasping Dimmock, lugged him to his feet.

" Until last May, travellers were taken no higher up the lake than Rob Roy's Cave, but another boat having commenced running, they can now go beyond Loch Lomond, two miles up Glen Falloch, to the Inn of Inverarnan, thereby visiting some of the finest scenery in that part of the Highlands.

I put my hand on Roy's soft, black head and held his collar.

* ROB ROY'S GRAVE Composed between 1803 and 1805.Published 1807