“That will not be necessary, since she has already decided to go.” “Thank you,” he said, as she handed him what she had written, and he ran his quick eye over it. “That will do nicely. Now, if you will give me what you owe her, I will hand both to her at the same time.” She saw that her son was in no mood to be trifled with, and did as he requested, although inwardly resolving to be equal with the despised governess, if ever the opportunity should offer. Wilbur took both paper and money, and left the room. He went directly to Brownie’s door, and tapped. She opened it, and he saw that she had been weeping. The sight filled him with self-reproach. “Forgive me,” he said, regretfully, “for having added to your unhappiness by my selfishness. I would have given my right arm rather than that this should have happened. But,” he added, after a moment’s pause, “I did not come here to say this; I came to bring you these, that you might be saved any further unpleasantness,” and he handed her the money and paper. “Thank you,” she said, touched by this kindness. She opened the paper, and read Mrs. Coolidge’s recommendation. It was all that she could ask, or even desire. She counted the money, and found that there were five pounds more than were actually due her. A painful flush overspread her lovely face, as she separated them from the rest of the money; then, folding it within the recommendation, she passed it back to Wilbur, saying, briefly, but proudly: “I cannot make use of these.” “I understand you,” he said, humbly, “and I cannot blame you; but I thought in this strange city you would need something of the kind.” “I do need it—indeed, I do not know how I am to get along without something of the kind; but, after what has occurred, I could not use that,” Brownie said, with a weary sigh. He bowed, but did not press her to take it; then, after a moment’s thought, he asked: “Miss Douglas, would you make use of one signed by my father?” “Yes, and be very thankful for it,” she replied, her eye brightening. “You shall have it; I will make it my first business to obtain a good recommendation for you as soon as he returns, and send it to you.” “Thank you; you are very kind,” and a tear sprang to her eye at his thoughtfulness. “When do you go?” he asked, as he was about turning away. “As soon as I can pack my trunks and send for a cab.” “Can I help you in any way?” “If you will order the cab for me, it will save me a little trouble,” she answered, smiling wearily. “Anything that I can do will be a pleasure,” he replied, though an expression of anguish swept over his handsome face as he bowed and left her. In two hours she was ready, her trunks strapped and in the lower hall, waiting for the cab. With a nearly breaking heart, Brownie sought Viola and Alma to bid them farewell. They were deeply distressed at the thought of parting with her, protesting loudly against it.