I see that my father was too cunning to write his name down with theirs." "You mean," Virginia demanded, "that you have not given it to Mr.
Littleson and his friends ?" "Not I!" Stella laughed,--"although they offered me one hundred thousand dollars for it." Virginia sat down on the bed.

She had not slept all night, and she had eaten no breakfast.
"Stella," she said, looking at her cousin with her big eyes full of tears, and her voice becoming unsteady, "you have done a very, very cruel thing.

You have ruined my life.

Your father had done so much for my people, and now he is going to stop it all and send me back to them.
You can't imagine what it means to be thrown back into such poverty.

It isn't for myself I mind; it is for their sakes." "I don't see," Stella answered, "how my father can blame you." Virginia shook her head sadly.
"Your father is one of those men," she said, "who judges only by results.