A Red Wallflower. Warner Susan

has got to go to college after all, sooner or later. He must go!' she repeated with another sigh.

      'No special hurry, that I see.'

      'What's gained by delay? He's eighteen. That's long enough for him to have lived in a place like this. If I had my way, Hildebrand, I should send him to England.'

      'England!' Mr. Dallas put down his paper now and looked at his wife.

      What had got into her head?

      'Oxford is better than the things they call colleges in this country.'

      'Yes; but it is farther off.'

      'That's not a bad thing, in some respects. Hildebrand, you don't want Pitt to be formed upon the model of things in this country. You would not have him get radical ideas, or Puritanical.'

      'Not much danger!'

      'I don't know.'

      'Who's to put them in his head? Gainsborough is not a bit of a radical.'

      'He is not one of us,' said Mrs. Dallas. 'And Pitt is very independent, and takes his own views from nobody or from anybody. See his educating this girl, now.'

      'Educating her!'

      'Yes, he is with her and her father a great piece of every day; reading and talking and walking and drying flowers and giving lessons. I don't know what all they are doing. But in my opinion Pitt might be better employed.'

      'That won't last,' said the father with a half laugh.

      'What ought not to last, had better not be begun,' Mrs. Dallas said sententiously.

      There was a pause.

      'What are you afraid of, wife?'

      'I am afraid of Pitt's wasting his time.'

      'You have never been willing to have him go until now. I thought you stood in the way.'

      'He was not wasting his time until lately. He was as well at home. But there must come an end to that,' the mother said, with another slight sigh. She was not a woman given to sighing; it meant much from her.

      'But England?' said Mr. Dallas. 'What's your notion about England?

      Oxford is very well, but the ocean lies between.'

      'Where would you send him?'

      'I'd send him to the best there is on this side.'

      'That's not Oxford. I believe it would be good for him to be out of this country for a while; forget some of his American notions, and get right English ones. Pitt is a little too independent.'

      The elder Dallas caressed his whiskers and pondered. If the truth were told, he had been about as unwilling to let his son go away from home as ever his mother could be. Pitt was simply the delight and pride of both their hearts; the one thing they lived for; the centre of all hopes, and the end of all undertakings. No doubt he must go to college; but the evil day had been pushed far off, as far as possible. Pitt was a son for parents to be proud of. He had the good qualities of both father and mother, with some added of his own which they did not share, and which perhaps therefore increased their interest in him.

      'I expect he will have a word to say about the matter himself,' the father remarked. 'Oh, well! there's no raging hurry, wife.'

      'Husband, it would be a good thing for him to see the English Church as it is in England, before he gets much older.'

      'What then?'

      'He would learn to value it. The cathedrals, and the noble services in them, and the bishops; and the feeling that everybody around him goes the same way; there's a great deal of power in that. Pitt would be impressed by it.'

      'By the feeling that everybody around him goes that way? Not he. That's quite as likely to stir him up to go another way.'

      'It don't work so, Hildebrand.'

      'You think he's a likely fellow to be talked over into anything?'

      'No; but he would be influenced. Nobody would try to talk him over, and without knowing it he would feel the influence. He couldn't help it. All the influence at Oxford would be the right way.'

      'Afraid of the colonel? I don't think you need. He hasn't spirit enough left in him for proselyting.'

      'I am not speaking of anybody in particular. I am afraid of the air here.'

      Mr. Dallas laughed a little, but his face took a shade of gravity it had not worn. Must he send his son away? What would the house be without him?

      CHAPTER VI

      GOING TO COLLEGE

      Whatever thoughts were harboured in the elder heads, nothing was spoken openly, and no steps were taken for some time. All through the summer the pleasant intercourse went on, and the lessons, and the botanizing, and the study of coins. And much real work was done; but for Esther one invaluable and abiding effect of a more general character was gained. She was lifted out of her dull despondency, which had threatened to become stagnation, and restored to her natural life and energy and the fresh spring of youthful spirits. So, when her friend really went away to college in the fall, Esther did not slip back to the condition from which he had delivered her.

      But the loss of him was a dreadful loss to the child, although Pitt was not going over the sea, and would be home at Christmas. He tried to comfort her with this prospect. Esther took no comfort. She sat silent, tearless, pale, in a kind of despair. Pitt looked at her, half amused, half deeply concerned.

      'And you must go on with all your studies, Esther, you know,' he was saying. 'I will show you what to do, and when I come home I shall go into a very searching examination to see whether you have done it all thoroughly.'

      'Will you?' she said, lifting her eyes to him with a gleam of sudden hope.

      'Certainly! I shall give you lessons just as usual whenever I come home; indeed, I expect I shall do it all your life. I think I shall always be teaching and you always be learning. Don't you think that is how it will be, Queen Esther?' he said kindly.

      'You cannot give me lessons when you are away.'

      'But when I come back!'

      There was a very faint yet distinct lightening of the gloom in her face. Yet it was plain Esther was not cheated out of her perception of the truth. She was going to lose her friend; and his absence would be very different from his presence; and the bits of vacation time would not help, or help only by anticipation, the long stretches of months in which there would be neither sight nor sound of him. Esther's looks had brightened for a moment, but then her countenance fell again and her face grew visibly pale. Pitt saw it with dismay.

      'But Esther!' he said, 'this is nothing. Every man must go to college, you know, just as he must learn swimming and boating; and so I must go; but it will not last for ever.'

      'How long?' said she, lifting her eyes to him again, heavy with their burden of sorrow.

      'Well, perhaps three years; unless I enter Junior, and then it would be only two. That isn't much.'

      'What will you do then?'

      'Then? I don't know. Look after you, at any rate. Let us see. How old will you be in two years?'

      'Almost fourteen.'

      'Fourteen. Well, you see you will have a great deal to do before you can afford to be fourteen years old; so much that you will not have time to miss me.'

      Esther made no answer.

      'I'll be back at Christmas anyhow, you know; and that's only three months away, or a little more.'

      'For how long?'

      'Never mind; we will make a little do the work of a great deal. It will seem a long time, it will be so good.'

      'No,' said Esther; 'that will make it only the shorter.'

      'Why, Esther,' said he, half laughing, 'I didn't know you cared so much about me. I don't deserve all that.'

      'I am not crying,' said the girl, rising with a sort of childish dignity; 'but I shall be alone.'

      They