New York.

CHAPTER XXII.

HELEN IN SOCIETY.

It was three days before Christmas, and Katy was talking confidentially
to Mrs. Banker, whom she had asked to see the next time she should call.

"I want so much to surprise her," she said, speaking in a whisper, "and
you have been so kind to us both that I thought it might not trouble you
very much if I asked you to make the selection for me, and see to the
engraving. Wilford gave me fifty dollars, all I needed, as I had fifty
more of my own, and now that I have a baby, I am sure I shall never
again care to go out. My darling baby, how small the whole world seems
to me now when compared with her," and the little mother glanced
lovingly at the crib where slept the baby, worth more than all the
world.

"Yes," Mrs. Banker said, thoughtfully, as she rolled up the bills,
"you wish me to get as heavy bracelets as I can find--for the hundred
dollars."

"Yes," Katy replied, "I think that will please her, don't you?"

Mrs. Banker knew Katy's fondness for jewelry, and knowing, too, that her
girlhood was spent in comparative poverty, she could readily understand
how she would gratify her taste when circumstances were favorable; but
Helen was different, and she felt certain that the hundred dollars could
be spent to better advantage and in a manner more satisfactory to her.
Still she hardly liked to interfere until Katy, observing her hesitancy,
asked again if she did not think Helen would be pleased.

"Yes, pleased with anything you choose to give her, but--excuse me, dear
Mrs. Cameron, if I speak as openly as if I were the mother of you both.
Bracelets are suitable for you who can have everything else, but is
there not something your sister needs more, something which will do more
good? Now, allowing me to suggest, I should say, buy her some furs, and
let the bracelets go. In Silverton her furs were well enough, but here,
as the sister of Mrs. Wilford Cameron, she is deserving of better."

It was the first time that Katy had thought that in New York her sister
might need more than at home. Seeing her only in the dim sickroom, the
contrast between Helen and her and her husband's sisters had not struck
her, or if it had, she gave the preference to Helen in her dark merino
and linen collar, rather than to Juno in her silks and velvet; but she
understood Mrs. Banker at once, her cheeks reddening as there flashed
upon her the reason why Wilford had never yet been in the s