onsky 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."

Helen listened to this with some wonder. She felt perfectly safe with
Sadie, and would have trusted her, if it were necessary, with the money
she had hidden away in her closet at Uncle Starkweather's; yet the other
girl looked upon the laws of the land to which she had come for freedom as
merely harsh rules to be broken at one's convenience.

"Of course," said Sadie, "I didn't work on the sidewalk here at first. I
worked back in Old Yawcob's shop--making changes in the garments for fussy
customers. I was always quick with my needle.

"Then I helped the salesladies. But business was slack, and people went
right by our door, and I jumped out one day and started to pull 'em in.
And I was better at it----

"Good-day, ma'am! Will you look at a beautiful skirt--just the very latest
style--we've only got a few of them for samples?" She broke off and left
Helen to stand wondering while Sadie chaffered with another woman, who had
hesitated a trifle as she passed the shop.

"Oh, no, ma'am! You was no greenie. I could tell that at once. That's why
I spoke