The Girl from Sunset Ranch; Or, Alone in a Great CityMarlowe, Amy Bell
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The Girl from Sunset Ranch; Or, Alone in a Great City
Marlowe, Amy Bell
Coming of age -- Juvenile fiction; Montana -- Juvenile fiction
"But I expected to see you again, Sadie; I told you I'd come," said Helen,
simply.
"So it wasn't just a josh; eh?"
"I always keep my word," said the girl from the West.
"Chee!" gasped Sadie. "We ain't so partic'lar around here. But I'm glad to
see you, Miss, just the same. Be-lieve me!"
CHAPTER XIV
A NEW WORLD
The two girls stood on the sidewalk and let the tide of busy humanity flow
by unnoticed. Both were healthy types of youth--one from the open ranges
of the Great West, the other from a land far, far to the East.
Helen Morrell was brown, smiling, hopeful-looking; but she certainly was
not "up to date" in dress and appearance. The black-eyed and black-haired
Russian girl was just as well developed for her age and as rugged as she
could be; but in her cheap way her frock was the "very latest thing," her
hair was dressed wonderfully, and the air of "city smartness" about her
made the difference between her and Helen even more marked.
"I never s'posed you'd come down here," said Sadie again.
"You asked was I turned out of my uncle's house," responded Helen,
seriously. "Well, it does about amount to that."
"Oh, no! Never!" cried the other girl.
"Let me tell you," said Helen, whose heart was so full that she longed for
a confidant. Besides, Sadie Goronsky would never know the Starkweather
family and their friends, and she felt free to speak fully. So, without
much reserve, she related her experiences in her uncle's house.
"Now, ain't they the mean things!" ejaculated Sadie, referring to the
cousins. "And I suppose they're awful rich?"
"I presume so. The house is very large," declared Helen.
"And they've got loads and loads of dresses, too?" demanded the working
girl.
"Oh, yes. They are very fashionably dressed," Helen told her. "But see! I
am going to have a new dress myself. Uncle Starkweather gave me ten
dollars."
"Chee!" ejaculated Sadie. "Wouldn't it give him a cramp in his pocket-book
to part with so much mazouma?"
"Mazouma?"
"That's Hebrew for money," laughed Sadie. "But you _do_ need a dress.
Where did you get that thing you've got on?"
"Out home," replied Helen. "I see it isn't very fashionable."
"Say! we got through sellin' them things to greenies two years back,"
declared Sadie.
"You haven't been at work all that time; have you?" gasped the girl from
the ranch.
"Sure. I got my working papers four years ago. You see, I looked a lot
older than I really was, and comin' across from the old country all us
children changed our ages, so't we could go right to work when we come
here without having to spend all day in school. We had an uncle what come
over first, and he told us what to do."
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