Catch _me_ wearin' a
wig when I'm married just to make me look ugly. Not!"

All this rather puzzled Helen; but she was too polite to ask questions.
She knew vaguely that Jewish people followed peculiar rabbinical laws and
customs; but what they were she had no idea. However, she liked Sadie, and
it mattered nothing to Helen what the East Side girl's faith or bringing
up had been. Sadie was kind, and friendly, and was really the only person
in all this big city in whom the ranch girl could place the smallest
confidence.

Sadie ran into the store for a moment and soon a big woman with an
unctuous smile, a ruffled white apron about as big as a postage stamp, and
her gray hair dressed as remarkably as Sadie's own, came out upon the
sidewalk to take the young girl's place.

"Can't I sell you somedings, lady?" she said to the waiting Helen.

"Now, don't you go and run _my_ customer in, Ma Finkelstein!" cried Sadie,
running out and hugging the big woman. "Helen is my friend and she's going
home to eat mit me."

"_Ach!_ you are already a United Stater yet," declared the big woman,
laughing. "Undt the friends you have it from Number Five Av'noo--yes?"

"You guessed it pretty near right," cried Sadie. "Helen lives on Madison
Avenyer--and it ain't Madison Avenyer _uptown_, neither!"

She slipped her hand in Helen's and bore her off to the tenement house in
which Helen had had her first adventure in the great city.

"Come on up," said Sadie, hospitably. "You look tired, and I bet you
walked clear down here?"

"Yes, I did," admitted Helen.

"Some o' mommer's soup mit lentils will rest you, I bet. It ain't far
yet--only two flights."

Helen followed her cheerfully. But she wondered if she was doing just
right in letting this friendly girl believe that she was just as poor as
the Starkweathers thought she was. Yet, on the other hand, wouldn't Sadie
Goronsky have felt embarrassed and have been afraid to be her friend, if
she knew that Helen Morrell was a very, very wealthy girl and had at her
command what would seem to the Russian girl "untold wealth"?

"I'll pay her for this," thought Helen, with the first feeling of real
happiness she had experienced since leaving the ranch. "She shall never be
sorry that she was kind to me."

So she followed Sadie into the humble home of the latter on the third
floor of the tenement with a smiling face and real warmth at her heart. In
Yiddish the downtown girl explained rapidly her a