The moment of triumph was very sweet--all the sweeter because of the sorrows of the last few weeks. The partners forgot all the hard work, worry, and exhaustion, and remembered only the joy of success and hope fulfilled. Robert said little in the way of thanks, preferring to wait until he could tell Peggy of his gratitude without an audience to criticise his words; but when his mother began to speak of leaving, it was he who reminded Mrs Asplin of the promise that the invalid should have her first walk on Christmas Day. "Let us go on ahead, and take her with us until the carriage overtakes us. It will do her no harm. It's bright and dry--" "Oh, mater, yes! I told Peg I would take her out," chimed in Arthur, starting from his seat by Rosalind's side, and looking quite distressed because he had momentarily forgotten his promise. "Wrap her up well, and we'll take care of her. The air will do her good." "I think it will, but you must not go far--not an inch beyond the crossroads. Come, Peggy, and I'll dress you myself. I can't trust you to put on enough wraps." Mrs Asplin whisked the girl out of the room, and wrapped her up to such an extent that when she came downstairs again she could only puff and gasp above her muffler, declare that she was choking, and fan herself with her muff. Choking or not, the eyes of the companions brightened as they looked at her, for the scarlet tam-o'-shanter was set at a rakish angle on the dark little head, and Peggy the invalid seemed to have made way for the Peggy of old, with dimpling cheeks and the light of mischief in her eyes. The moment that Mrs Asplin stopped fumbling with her wraps, she was out at the door, opening her mouth to drink in the fresh chill air, and Robert was at her side before anyone had a chance of superseding him. "Umph! Isn't it good? I'm stifling for a blow. My lungs are sore for want of exercise. I was longing, longing to get out. Robert, do you realise it? We have won the prize! Can you believe it? It is almost too good to be true. It's the best present of all. Now you can buy your microscope, and get on with your work as you never could before!" "Yes, and it's all your doing, Mariquita. I could not have pulled it off without your help. If I make anything out of my studies, it will be your doing too. I'll put it down to you, and thank you for it all my life." "H-m! I don't think I deserve so much praise, but I like it. It's very soothing," said Peggy reflectively. "I'm very happy about it, and I needed something to make me happy, for I felt as blue as indigo this morning. We seem to have come to the end of so many things, and I hate ends. There is this disappointment about Arthur, which spoils all the old plans, and the break-up of our good times here together. I shall miss Oswald. He was a dear old dandy, and his ties were quite an excitement in life; but I simply can't imagine what the house will be like without you, Rob!"