"Well, you've been real kind to me," Helen said. "I hope I'll see you again." "Not likely," said the other, shaking her head. "Why not?" "And you livin' on Madison Avenyer, and me on Madison Street?" "I can come down to see you," said Helen, frankly. "My name is Helen Morrell. What's yours?" "Sadie Goronsky. You see, I'm a Russian," and she smiled. "You wouldn't know it by the way I talk; would you? I learned English over there. But some folks in Russia don't care to mix much with our people." "I don't know anything about that," said Helen. "But I know when I like a person. And I've got reason for liking you." "That goes--double," returned the other, warmly. "I bet you come from a place far away from this city." "Montana," said Helen. "I ain't up in United States geography. But I know there's a big country the other side of the North River." Helen laughed. "I come from a good ways beyond the river," she said. "Well, I'll have to get back to the store. Old Jacob will give me fits." "Oh, dear! and I'm keeping you," cried Helen. "I should worry!" exploded the other, slangily. "I'm only a 'puller-in.' I ain't a saleslady. Come on and I'll throw a scare into that taxi-driver. Watch me." This sort of girl was a revelation to Helen. She was frankly independent herself; but Sadie Goronsky showed an entirely different sort of independence. "See here you, Mr. Man!" exclaimed the Jewish girl, attracting the attention of the taxicab driver, who had not left his seat. "Whadderyer mean by bringing this young lady down here to Madison Street when with half an eye you could ha' told that she belonged on Madison _Avenyer_?" "Heh?" grunted the man. "Now, don't play no greenie trick with _me_," commanded Sadie. "I gotcher number, and I know the company youse woik for. You take this young lady right to the correct address on the avenyer--and see that she don't get robbed before you get her there. You get in, Miss Morrell. Don't you be afraid. This chap won't dare take you anywhere but to your uncle's house now." "She said Madison Street," declared the taxicab driver, doggedly. "Well, now _I_ says Madison Avenyer!" exclaimed Sadie. "Get in, Miss." "But where'll I find you, Sadie?" asked the Western girl, holding the rough hand of her new friend. "Right at that shop yonder," said the black-eyed girl, pointing to a store only two doors beyond the house which Helen had entered. "Ladies' garments. You'll see me pullin' 'em in. If you _don't_ see me, ask for Miss Goronsky. Good-night, Miss! You'll get to your uncle's all right now." The taxicab driver had started the machine again. They darted off through a side street, and soon came out upon the broader thoroughfare down which they had come so swiftly. She saw by a street sign that it was the Bowery. The man slowed down and spoke to her through the tube. "I hope you don't bear no ill-will, Miss," he said, humbly enough. "You said Madison----"