her grandmother.

Helen sat thinking. She was a straightforward, honest little girl, and
somehow she felt as though she was sailing under false colors as far as
Mrs. Hargrave went. She felt sure of Rosanna; Rosanna did not care
whether she was poor or rich, and it made no difference at all to her
that Helen's father worked for Mrs. Horton. But some people were
different, Helen reflected. Twice Mrs. Hargrave had spoken of Helen
being one of the Culvers of Lee County, and Helen wondered if it would
make any difference to the fine old lady sitting there in her soft,
shimmery silks, with the long string of real pearls about her neck if
she thought the little girl sitting there as her guest was living over a
garage back of Mrs. Horton's elegant home. It puzzled Helen and troubled
her. But try as she might, not once did the talk turn so she could
bring in what she felt she wanted Mrs. Hargrave to know. It just
_wouldn't_ come about.

After luncheon was over Mrs. Hargrave took the children and showed them
some of the strange and curious things about the house.

Then she had a delightful suggestion to make. She herself was obliged to
go down town to see her lawyer and she thought it would be very nice for
the girls to come for a little ride. To Rosanna, used only to
automobiles, and Helen who rode most of the time in street cars, the
idea of riding along after the proud gold-harnessed, frisky old horse in
the spick-and-span carriage was a treat and an adventure. Making
themselves politely small and quiet, sitting on either side of Mrs.
Hargrave, they went trotting down Third Street, turned by the big white
library building, and continued down Fourth Street where they eyed the
crowds, read the giddy signs in front of the movie houses and looked at
the window displays.

While Mrs. Hargrave talked to her lawyer, the girls sat in the carriage
and pretended that they were grown-up ladies.

When Mrs. Hargrave came out, they started up Fourth Street.

"Do you know," said Mrs. Hargrave, "this is the first time in all my
life that any little girls have visited me without their mothers? And I
have had the _nicest_ time I think I ever had. I want to remember it
always." She gave the signal to stop, and asked the children to get out.

"There is something I want to get here," she said, and led the way into
a big jeweler's shop. The two girls stopped to look at the rings in the
case near the door, but Mrs. Hargrave called them. "I ne