"Probably. But I am not going over in search of excitement. I'm
going to oblige Larry and have a look at the Island."

"Well, it's worth looking at, some parts of the year," conceded
Mr. Marshall. "When I'm on Prince Edward Island in the summer I
always understand an old Scotch Islander I met once in Winnipeg.
He was always talking of 'the Island.' Somebody once asked him,
'What island do you mean?' He simply LOOKED at that ignorant
man. Then he said, 'Why, Prince Edward Island, mon. WHAT OTHER
ISLAND IS THERE?' Go if you'd like to. You need a rest after
the grind of examinations before settling down to business. And
mind you don't get into any mischief, young sir."

"Not much likelihood of that in a place like Lindsay, I fancy,"
laughed Eric.

"Probably the devil finds as much mischief for idle hands in
Lindsay as anywhere else. The worst tragedy I ever heard of
happened on a backwoods farm, fifteen miles from a railroad and
five from a store. However, I expect your mother's son to behave
himself in the fear of God and man. In all likelihood the worst
thing that will happen to you over there will be that some
misguided woman will put you to sleep in a spare room bed. And
if that does happen may the Lord have mercy on your soul!"



CHAPTER III. THE MASTER OF LINDSAY SCHOOL