'What's the row--matter, I mean? You look down in the dumps. I say, are you moping for the country? You don't seem to be half the girl you were when you first came; you don't make any jokes, and when I meet you in the morning you have a face as long as a fiddle,' remarked Doreen in her loud, cheerful tones. 'I was only thinking. I didn't know my face was long. We are thinking of moving--into a house, my sister and I--and I was thinking about that, and I suppose it made me look grave,' explained Vava. 'What on earth is there to be grave about in that? You haven't got anything to do with the moving, have you? We moved last year, and it didn't make me grave till mother said I'd got to burn some of what she called my "rubbish." I think it's rather fun moving; you have all new wall-papers and a new garden, and it makes a change. Where are you going to move to?' inquired Doreen. 'Oh I don't know; we haven't got a house yet. I believe we are going to look at one in Blackstead,' said Vava. 'Blackstead! That's where we live. There are some nice houses there; cheap too, because it is not a fashionable suburb. I hope you will come there, because then you and I can come to school together--that is, if your sister would not mind. Mother says I am not to push myself into your society, because you are a lady; and I'm very rough, I know. Mother's always telling me about my manners; she says I talk so loud and laugh so loud. I wish you would tell me about it when I do; you talk so soft and ladylike,' observed Doreen. Vava laughed. 'I! Why, the girls couldn't understand me when I first came,' she protested. 'Oh well, there were some words you used that we'd never heard before, but I like it now. I say, if you do move our way I wish you'd let me help,' Doreen said very earnestly, for she concluded that it was the moving which was causing Vava to look so worried. 'Thank you,' said Vava, and laughed. 'It won't be so bad, you know; the men move so cleverly now, mother says; you start in the morning, and in the evening you are all to rights. I dare say when you get back from school you'll find it quite shipshape, and even if you're not you can sleep the night at our place; so don't you worry about that,' said Doreen. 'It's not that at all; I don't care if we are not shipshape for a week; it's the girls we are going to take a house with that are worrying me--if I am worrying, as you say,' replied Vava. Then Vava told her the story of their plan, and finished up by saying, 'I don't quite like Eva--at least I can't help liking her, because she is so lively and such fun to talk to, and she has been awfully nice to us; but I feel as if I can't quite believe in her somehow. And if we are going to live together we shall have to be friends.'