Helen held back her tears with an effort. "Yes, dear, he frightened me, too--dreadfully." With shy friendliness, little Maggie drew closer. "Is he--is he sure 'nuff, yer father?" "Yes," returned Helen, "he is my father." "Gee!" ejaculated Bobby. "An' is he always like that?" "Oh, no, indeed," returned Helen, quickly. "Father is really kind and good, but he--he is sick now and not wholly himself, you see." "Huh," said Bobby. "He didn't act very sick to me. What's ailin' him?" Helen answered slowly, "I--we don't just know what it is. The doctors say it is a nervous trouble." "An' does he--does he ever whip yer?" asked Maggie. In spite of the pain in her heart, Helen smiled. "No--never." "Our dad gits mad, too, sometimes," said Bobby. "But, gee! he ain't never like that. Dad, he wouldn't care if somebody just looked into our yard. We wasn't a-hurtin' nothin'--just a-lookin'--that's all. Yer can't hurt nothin' just a-lookin', can yer?" "I am sorry," said Helen. "Be yer happy?" asked Maggie, suddenly, with disconcerting directness. "Why!" replied Helen, "I--What makes you ask such a funny question?" Maggie was too much embarrassed at her own boldness to answer, and Bobby came to her rescue. "She wants to know because the Interpreter, he tole us about a princess what lived in a castle an' wasn't happy 'til the fairy told her how to find the jewel of happiness; an' Mag, here, she thinks it's you." "And where did the princess find the jewel of happiness?" asked Helen. Little Maggie's anxiety to help overcame her timidity and she answered precisely, "On the shores of the sea of life which was not far from the castle where the beautiful princess lived." Helen looked toward the Flats, the Mill, and the homes in the neighborhood of the old house. "The shores of the sea of life," she repeated, thoughtfully. "I see." "Yes," continued Maggie, with her tired little face alight, and her eyes big with excited eagerness, "but the beautiful princess, she didn't know that there jewel of happiness when she seen it." "No?" said Helen, smiling at her little teacher. "No--an' so she picked up all the bright, shiny stones what was no good at all, 'til the fairy showed her how the real jewel she was a-wantin' was an old, ugly, dirt-colored thing what didn't look like any jewel, no more 'n nothin'." "Oh, I see!" said Helen again. And Bobby thought that she looked at them as though she were thinking very hard. "Yer forgot something Mag," said the boy, suddenly. "I ain't neither," returned his sister, with unusual boldness. "Yer shut up an' see." Then, to Helen, "Is yer heart kind, lady?" "I--I hope so, dear," returned the disconcerted Helen. "Why?" "Because, if it is, then the fairies will help yer find the real jewel of happiness, 'cause that was the reason, yer see, it all happened--'cause the beautiful princess's heart was kind." She turned to Bobby triumphantly, "There, ain't that like the Interpreter said?"