"Don't make me laugh! Me lip's cracked," grumbled Sadie. "Have a heart, Helen! I ain't never goin' to git a store like I showed you." Sadie was evidently short of hope on this cold day. Helen seized her arm. "Let's go up and look at that store again," she urged. "Have a heart, I tell ye!" exclaimed Sadie Goronsky. "Whaddeyer wanter rub it in for?" "Anyway, if we run it will help warm you." "All ri'. Come on," said Sadie, with deep disgust, but she started on a heavy trot towards the block on which her heart had been set. And when they rounded the corner and came before the little shop window, Sadie stopped with a gasp of amazement. Freshly varnished cases, and counter, and drawers, and all were in the store just as she had dreamed of them. There were mirrors, too, and in the window little forms on which to set up the trimmed hats and one big, pink-cheeked, dolly-looking wax bust, with a great mass of tow-colored hair piled high in the very latest mode, on which was to be set the very finest hat to be evolved in that particular East Side shop. "Wha--wha--what----" "Let's go in and look at it," said Helen, eagerly, seizing her friend's arm again. "No, no, no!" gasped Sadie. "We can't. It ain't open. Oh, oh, oh! Somebody's got _my_ shop!" Helen produced the key and opened the door. She fairly pushed the amazed Russian girl inside, and then closed the door. It was nice and warm. There were chairs. There was a half-length partition at the rear to separate the workroom from the showroom. And behind that partition were low sewing chairs to work in, and a long work-table. Helen led the dazed Sadie into this rear room and sat her down in one of the chairs. Then she took one facing her and said: "Now, you sit right there and make up in your mind the very prettiest hat for _me_ that you can possibly invent. The first hat you trim in this store must be for me." "Helen! Helen!" cried Sadie, almost wildly. "You're crazy yet--or is it me? I don't know what you mean----" "Yes, you do, dear," replied Helen, putting her arms about the other girl's neck. "You were kind to me when I was lost in this city. You were kind to me just for nothing--when I appeared poor and forlorn and--and a greenie! Now, I am sorry that it seemed best for me to let your mistake stand. I did not tell my uncle and cousins either, that I was not as poor and helpless as I appeared." "And you're rich?" shrieked Sadie. "You're doing this yourself? This is _your_ store?" "No, it is _your_ store," returned Helen, firmly. "Of course, by and by, when you are established and are making lots of money, if you can ever afford to pay me back, you may do so. The money is yours without interest until that time." "I got to cry, Helen! I got to cry!" sobbed Sadie Goronsky. "If an angel right down out of heaven had done it like you done it, I'd worship him on my knees. And you're a rich girl--not a poor one?"