e 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?"

Helen then told her all about herself, and all about her adventures since
coming alone to New York. But after that Sadie wanted to keep telling her
how thankful she was for the store, and that Helen must come home and see
mommer, and that mommer must