"That is the beauty of it, my dear. The study, the drawing-room, and
in fact, every inch of 'Kingsnook' reminded one of the true spirit
of patriotism which ruled its master, who could look with pride back
to the sturdy and high-spirited ancestors who wore the uniform of
the British army. I am not the daughter nor grand-daughter of a
British officer, but I could look with pride upon the arms and
accoutrements adorning the study walls, and feel a wave of emotion
break over me and fire my soul with a pride that can only be
experienced by one of Britannia's children."
"Hear, hear," cried Josie Jordan, springing to her feet, and seizing
the speaker by the hand. "Helen, I am with you heart and soul.
Remember, we New Brunswickers are true loyalists. I am proud to
belong to that good old stock which gives our Province so much of
its prestige."
The bright romping girl had now changed into a whole-souled woman.
There was a dignity in her bearing worthy the mother of the Gracchi.
But an unlooked-for event put an unceremonious end to the
conversation and Helen Rushton took leave promising to tell them
much of the friends she made during her late visit.
The unlooked-for event was the arrival of Cousin Jennie Montgomery.
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