I was visiting a friend who was convalescing after an illness and the little acts of waiting on her which I was able to do appealed to me so strongly that, under a pledge of secrecy, I confided to her that I thought I should like to be a nurse.

[3] A keen student and lover of nature, Miss Moodie found time, in her busy pioneer life, to make botanical collections of the flora of Alberta for the provincial government at Edmonton, as well as for such well-known American institutions as the Smithsonian, the New York Botanical Gardens, Harvard University, and the Field Museum, Chicago.

For it's there that one can rest, Lying close to Nature's breast, And the breeze's lullaby is low and sweet, So I turn my longing eyes Where the stately mountains rise, And the wooded hills are nestling at their feet.

Deep in the forest wandering, From life's noise and strain apart, Seeking the comfort of Nature To quiet a restless heart.

How that Mother Spirit brooded Over all things, small and great, O'er each fragile fern and flower, And the pines in lofty state.