d complained as if Gussie alone were responsible for the
trouble. "Go at once and make some amends for your ill-tempered words," she
added, "and perhaps Dexie will overlook it, for my sake."

Gussie returned to the closed door, and in contrite tones begged for
admittance.

"Do let me come in, Dexie. I am sorry I vexed you, and you are not in
earnest about going away, surely, for you know we cannot spare you."

Dexie threw open the door, saying: "Come in and judge for yourself, Gussie.
You see I really am going," she said, snapping the catch of her travelling
bag. "If my sudden departure puts the rest of the family to inconvenience,
you can blame yourself for it, Gussie; but you are just as strong as I am,
and should be able to fill my place. However, if you think yourself above
being useful, I hope you will not delay in getting someone else here, for
you know you could not have driven me out at a more inconvenient time, for
there is literally nothing cooked in the house."

"But where are you going? Not to auntie's with Louie, surely?"

"No. I should not like auntie to have a worse opinion of you than she has
already. In leaving home I am consulting my own happiness, and I am going
where I shall be kindly treated and warmly welcomed."

"Well, I'm sorry now I said anything to vex you, Dexie; so you need not go,
after all."

"Your repentance comes too late, Gussie, for my plans are made; but I do
not want to go away with any ill-feelings to any one, so here is my hand,
Gussie."

"Oh, if you are really going, I'll not shake hands and make up with you! If
we only had some help in the house I would be glad to get rid of you. I
don't believe mamma will let you go, anyway," and with a toss of her head
she left the room, saying to herself: "She'll have to unpack her things
when mamma gets hold of her, so why need I humble myself to her."

Dexie was soon in her mother's room, listening to the reproaches that were
heaped upon her without stint; but as no reply was given to them, Mrs.
Sherwood looked at her intently, and something in the mother's heart
brought to her attention the wan, white face of her daughter. She had not
noticed that Dexie looked so worn and thin, and for a moment her heart
smote her.

"What is this I hear, Dexie?" she said at last. "Do you think I am going to
allow you to leave the house like this? You are forgetting that you are
still under my authority."

"But you do not use your authority fairly