sed in a two-piece suit, cut in what a chorus
of salesladies, including old Mrs. Finkelstein and Sadie herself, declared
were most "stylish" lines--and it did not cost her ten dollars, either!
Indeed, Sadie insisted upon going with her to a neighboring millinery
store and purchasing a smart little hat for $1.59, which set off the new
suit very nicely.

"Sure, this old hat and suit of yours is wort' a lot more money, Helen,"
declared the Russian girl. "But they ain't just the style, yuh see. And
style is everything to a girl. Why, nobody'd take you for a greenie
_now_!"

Helen was quite wise enough to know that she had never been dressed so
cheaply before; but she recognized, too, the truth of her friend's
statement.

"Now, you take the dress home, and the hat. Maybe you can find a cheap
tailor who will make over the dress. There's enough material in it. That's
an awful wide skirt, you know."

"But I couldn't walk in a skirt as narrow as the one you have on, Sadie."

"Chee! if it was stylish," confessed Sadie, "I'd find a way to walk in a
piece of stove-pipe!" and she giggled.

So Helen left for uptown with her bundles, wearing her new suit and hat.
She took a Fourth Avenue car and got out only a block from her uncle's
house. As she hurried through the side street and came to the Madison
Avenue corner, she came face-to-face with Flossie, coming home from school
with a pile of books under her arm.

Flossie looked quite startled when she saw her cousin. Her eyes grew wide
and she swept the natty looking, if cheaply-dressed Western girl, with an
appreciative glance.

"Goodness me! What fine feathers!" she cried. "You've been loading up with
new clothes--eh? Say, I like that dress."

"Better than the caliker one?" asked Helen, slily.

"You're not so foolish as to believe I liked _that_," returned Flossie,
coolly. "I told Belle and Hortense that you weren't as dense as they
seemed to think you."

"Thanks!" said Helen, drily.

"But that dress is just in the mode," repeated Flossie, with some
admiration.

"Your father's kindness enabled me to get it," said Helen, briefly.

"Humph!" said Flossie, frankly. "I guess it didn't cost you much, then."

Helen did not reply to this comment; but as she turned to go down to the
basement door, Flossie caught her by the arm.

"Don't you do that!" she exclaimed. "Belle can be pretty mean sometimes.
You come in at the front door with me."

"No," said Helen, smiling. "You