Then, as if returning to a thought that had been interrupted by the unwelcome intrusion of a forbidden subject, Helen said, "I can't understand how you tolerate such dirty, rude and vicious little animals as those two children." The Interpreter smiled understandingly at the back of her very becoming and very correctly fashioned hat. "You met my little friends, did you?" "I did," she answered, with decided emphasis, "at the foot of your stairs, and I was forced to listen to the young ruffian's very frank opinion of me and of all that he is taught to believe I represent. I wonder _you_ did not hear. But I suppose you can guess what he would say." "Yes," said the man in the wheel chair, gently, "I can guess Bobby's opinion of you, quite as accurately as Bobby guesses your opinion of him." At that she turned on him with a short laugh that was rather more bitter than mirthful. "Well, the little villain is guessing another guess just now. I sent Tom to take them for a ride in the car." "And why did you do that?" She waited a little before she answered. "I don't know exactly. Perhaps it was your Helen of the old house that did it. She may have been a little ashamed of me and wanted to make it up to them. I am afraid I really wasn't very kind at first." "I see," said the Interpreter, gravely. "There might possibly have been the shade of another reason," she continued, after a moment, and there was a hint of bitterness in her voice now. "Yes?" "Yes, it is conceivable, perhaps, that, in spite of the prevailing opinions of such people, even _I_ might have felt a wee bit sorry for the poor kiddies--especially for the girl. She is such a tiny, tired-looking mite." The old basket maker was smiling now, as he said, "I have known for a long time that there were _two_ Helens. Little Maggie, it seems, has found still another." "How interesting!" "Yes, Maggie has discovered, somehow, that you are really a beautiful princess, living on most intimate terms with the fairies. She will think so more than ever now." The young woman laughed at this. "And the boy--what do you suppose _he_ will think after his ride with Tom in the limousine?" The Interpreter shook his head doubtfully. "Bobby will probably reserve his judgment for a while, on the possible chance of another ride in your car." "Tell me about them," said Helen. "Are you really interested?" She flushed a little as she answered, "I am at least curious." "Why?" "Perhaps because of your interest in them," she retorted. "Who are they?"