e some swell; aren't you?" said the other. "We don't have them
things stopping at the house every day."

"I am looking for my uncle, Mr. Willets Starkweather."

"That's no Jewish name. I don't believe he lives in this house," said the
black-eyed girl, curiously.

"But, this is the number--I saw it," said Helen, faintly. "And it's
Madison Avenue; isn't it? I saw the name on the corner lamp-post."

"_Madison Avenyer?_" gasped the other girl.

"Yes."

"Yer kiddin'; ain't yer?" demanded the stranger.

"Why---- What do you mean?"

"This ain't Madison Avenyer," said the black-eyed girl, with a loud laugh.
"Ain't you the greenie? Why, this is Madison _Street!_"

"Oh, then, there's a difference?" cried Helen, much relieved. "I didn't
get to Uncle Starkweather's, then?"

"Not if he lives on Madison Avenyer," said her new friend. "What's his
number? I got a cousin that married a man in Harlem. _She_ lives on
Madison Avenyer; but it's a long ways up town."

"Why, Uncle Starkweather has his home at the same number on Madison Avenue
that is on that fanlight," and Helen pointed over the door.

"Then he's some swell; eh?"

"I--I guess so," admitted Helen, doubtfully.

"D'jer jest come to town?"

"Yes."

"And told the taxi driver to come down here?"

"Yes."

"Well, he'll take you back. I'll take the number of the cab and scare him
pretty near into a fit," said the black-eyed girl, laughing. "Then he's
sure to take you right to your uncle's house."

"Oh, I'm a thousand times obliged!" cried Helen. "I _am_ a tenderfoot; am
I not?" and she laughed.

The girl looked at her curiously. "I don't know much about tender feet.
Mine never bother me," she said. "But I could see right away that you
didn't belong in this part of town."

"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