"Oh dear, all that would set me crazy!" interrupted Jenny, holding up her hand in entreaty. "I guess you _do_ take after your father. Well my life suits me best. Just imagine me marrying a man like Mr. Warfield! Why I shouldn't know what to do--I'd rather work in the shop and have fun with the girls. But if all these things suit you, you ought to have them, when they are offered out and out to you." "I am glad _you_ think so;" and she gave Jenny's arm a caressing little squeeze. "And I do hope you won't get so big feeling that you will be too grand to notice us. I'd like you to come next summer in vacation and make me a nice long visit. I think I'll be able to stand book learning for a while;" with her rather boisterous laugh. "And oh, you won't forget to write to father." "No indeed," with tender warmth. "I never loved Uncle Jason so much as this last summer, though he's always been good to me." "And he thinks a mighty sight of you, I can tell you," returned Jenny. Then they walked homeward. There was a great ado bidding Helen good-by. Aunt Jane gave her some severely good advice, which was quite superfluous, seeing that she would not recognize the change in the girl's life. Uncle Jason put both arms around her and kissed her tenderly. "Be a good, honest, truthful girl," he said in a rather broken voice, "and then all the learning in the world won't hurt you." The next morning there were some more good-bys. Joanna's was really touching. "There's a good deal of knowledge it's nice to have," she said, "but I think your pretty ways must have come natural. And you do beat all at drying dishes." Mrs. Dayton felt almost as if she was giving up a child. Would it have been better for her to have remained at Hope? She was really astonished at the commotion the event created. Wasn't it a great risk to have Helen Grant go off with a strange woman? Just as if schools in Hope were not good enough! "I never saw anything wonderful in Helen Grant," said Mrs. Graham. "Mr. Warfield pushed her ahead when he should have been taking pains with others, and I'll venture to say he helped her out with that examination. She couldn't have gone to the High School anyhow. And Jason Mulford is as stuck up as a telegraph post over her luck. We'd all laugh if it fell through in a year!" As for Helen there were several days of living in absolute fairyland. The Hotel was a veritable palace to her, the ladies, queens and princesses. As for the stores they were beyond any description, only she thought they had been rehearsed in "Walks about Paris," but she was sometime to see the difference. Mrs. Van Dorn displayed excellent taste in selecting Helen's wardrobe. It was simply pretty, fit for a girl in the ordinary walks of life. Her measurements were left with madame, who, from time to time would send her what was suitable and necessary.