'Stella, make haste, you will be late for the train, and I must be in time this morning, because it is the examination!' cried Vava impatiently. 'I am not coming with you to-day,' said Stella quietly. 'Then why did you not tell me? I let Doreen go past, and I must run now to catch the train!' cried Vava, rushing off in a great hurry. Stella certainly thought she had made Vava understand that she was not going to town that day; but Vava very certainly did not understand it, and remarked to Doreen, 'Stella is coming by a later train; she is rather vexed with me for something stupid I said, so I dare say that's why she did not come with us.' 'I'm sorry; she's so pretty, and I like to look at her,' said Doreen; and then, Stella not being there to look at, she opened her books and began looking over work for the examination. The day went very well. Vava answered every question in the algebra paper, and was only uncertain about two problems, and she decided when she went to call for her sister to show her the paper and ask her if she might not give it to Mr. Jones and just tell him how much he had helped her. The last event was always uppermost with Vava, and her examination seemed to be of much more importance than her sister's annoyance of Saturday, and it was with a very bright face that she went to her sister's little office at Baines, Jones and Co.'s to tell her how well she had got on. She walked in as usual without knocking, and to her surprise found Mr. Jones sitting at her sister's typewriter, or rather the typewriter her sister had used. 'What! you, Vava? Haven't you washed your hands of me too?' he said rather bitterly. 'I haven't washed my hands of you. Where is Stella?' she inquired in surprise, looking round, and determined to be very careful what she said to-day. 'Don't you know then?' he demanded. 'Know what? Have you quarrelled?' she inquired. 'I have not quarrelled, and as it takes two to make a quarrel I suppose we have not; but your sister has left, and I cannot imagine why, except that I raised her salary without explaining the reason,' he said. 'Left you! What reason did she give? When did she leave--just before I came?' asked Vava. 'She never came to-day. I had a letter instead, simply saying as there were only a few days to the holidays she begged to be excused from returning, as she wished to leave my employ.' 'Oh dear! it's all my fault,' sighed Vava, and she told the story of her conversation with Stella. 'Well, I am glad about one thing, and that is that I have seen you and had this explanation,' said Mr. Jones. 'But I ought not to be here; Stella said I wasn't to come and see you any more!' cried Vava, just remembering this fact. 'You did not come to see me--fate brought me to this room at this minute; but I won't keep you. I have written to your sister; but since you have explained matters I will write a different letter,' he observed. 'I do hope she'll come back to you,' sighed Vava.