"Gabriella,--is it you?
How glad I am to see you!" That clear, distinct, ringing voice!--I knew it well, though a year had passed since I had heard its sound.

The three years which made me, as I said before, a _wiser child_, had matured my champion, the boy of fifteen, into a youth of eighteen, a collegian of great promise and signal endowments.

I felt very sorry when he left the academy, for he had been my steadfast friend and defender, and a great assistant in my scholastic tasks.

But after he entered a college, I felt as if there were a great gulf between us, never more to be passed over.

I had very superb ideas of collegians.