Finally, when he could think calmly about it, he reasoned that he must have an education, that he wanted one, and that Dora must be educated too, and he desired that she might become a polished and elegant young lady, so that when he graduated and came to claim her, his father could not help being reconciled to their marriage, and willing to acknowledge her as his daughter. Yes, indeed, he thought, on the whole it was better so. Better even to be separated; then each would study the hardest to please the other, and he resolved to calmly obey the decree, go his long journey peaceably, and make the most of every advantage. But he must see Dora first; and how to manage it? Here the anxious look came back to his eyes. He was a prisoner, securely locked within his room, but he must get out some way, he must and would see his Brightie once more before he commenced the long and weary discipline in store for him. A light and fancy trellis was underneath his window, so near that he could easily step out upon it. But would it bear his weight? He went to the window and looked out, and his face lighted up with a triumphant smile, for he saw it was perfectly safe, and the way was now opened for him to go and bid his little wife a last “good-by.” He spent the rest of the day in gathering up his treasures, and preparing for his journey. It seemed a long time after the servant brought him his tea, (and a dainty supper it was too, this last one which he was to eat beneath his father’s roof for years) until dark. But at length night drew her sable robe around the earth, and all was hushed and quiet. Robert satisfied himself that no one was around the house, and then lightly descended the trellis, and made his way swiftly toward the little white cottage, which contained the treasure of his heart. As he approached, he saw a little white face pressed close against the window-pane, and he knew that Dora was watching for him; and his heart ached for her, for he felt that thus she had been watching every day since he left her, nearly a week ago. He sprang lightly up the step, just as the door opened, and his child-bride threw herself sobbing into his arms. “There, Dora, darling, do not cry. I could not come before,” he said, while his own lip quivered. “Oh, Robbie, I thought you never would come again, and I have watched every day till it got so dark that my eyes ached.” She hugged him tight, and sobbed afresh from joy at seeing him. “Is your mother at home, Brightie?” he asked, when she grew quiet again. “No; she went out to see a sick lady, and oh, Robbie, I was so lonely, I thought my heart would break.” “Well, then, let us go into the house, for I have something to tell you.” He put his arms around her and drew her in. He sat down and took her in his lap, clasping her close in his arms, while a great lump rose in his throat and almost choked him as he thought it was the last time.