"And now I want you should go home with me for dinner, Helen--yes! It is my dinner hour quick now; and then we will have time to pick you out a bargain for a dress. Sure! You'll come?" "If I won't be imposing on you?" said Helen, slowly. "Huh! That's all right. We'll have enough to eat _this_ noon. And it ain't so Jewish, either, for father don't come home till night. Father's awful religious; but I tell mommer she must be up-to-date and have some 'Merican style about her. I got her to leave off her wig yet. Catch _me_ wearin' a wig when I'm married just to make me look ugly. Not!" All this rather puzzled Helen; but she was too polite to ask questions. She knew vaguely that Jewish people followed peculiar rabbinical laws and customs; but what they were she had no idea. However, she liked Sadie, and it mattered nothing to Helen what the East Side girl's faith or bringing up had been. Sadie was kind, and friendly, and was really the only person in all this big city in whom the ranch girl could place the smallest confidence. Sadie ran into the store for a moment and soon a big woman with an unctuous smile, a ruffled white apron about as big as a postage stamp, and her gray hair dressed as remarkably as Sadie's own, came out upon the sidewalk to take the young girl's place. "Can't I sell you somedings, lady?" she said to the waiting Helen. "Now, don't you go and run _my_ customer in, Ma Finkelstein!" cried Sadie, running out and hugging the big woman. "Helen is my friend and she's going home to eat mit me." "_Ach!_ you are already a United Stater yet," declared the big woman, laughing. "Undt the friends you have it from Number Five Av'noo--yes?" "You guessed it pretty near right," cried Sadie. "Helen lives on Madison Avenyer--and it ain't Madison Avenyer _uptown_, neither!" She slipped her hand in Helen's and bore her off to the tenement house in which Helen had had her first adventure in the great city. "Come on up," said Sadie, hospitably. "You look tired, and I bet you walked clear down here?" "Yes, I did," admitted Helen. "Some o' mommer's soup mit lentils will rest you, I bet. It ain't far yet--only two flights." Helen followed her cheerfully. But she wondered if she was doing just right in letting this friendly girl believe that she was just as poor as the Starkweathers thought she was. Yet, on the other hand, wouldn't Sadie Goronsky have felt embarrassed and have been afraid to be her friend, if she knew that Helen Morrell was a very, very wealthy girl and had at her command what would seem to the Russian girl "untold wealth"? "I'll pay her for this," thought Helen, with the first feeling of real happiness she had experienced since leaving the ranch. "She shall never be sorry that she was kind to me."