"And are you really going back to that lovely ranch?"

"Very soon. And some time, if you care to and your father will let you,
I'll be glad to have you come out there for a visit."

"Bully for you, Helen! I'll surely come," cried Flossie.

Hortense was on hand to speak to her cousin, too. "You are much too nice a
girl to bear malice, I am sure, Helen," she said. "But we do not deserve
very good treatment at your hands. I hope you will forgive us and, when
you come to New York again, come to visit us."

"I am sure you would not treat me again as you did this time," said Helen,
rather sternly.

"You can be sure we wouldn't. Not even Belle. She's awfully sorry, but
she's too proud to say so. She wants father to bring old Mary Boyle
downstairs into the old nursery suite that she used to occupy when Uncle
Cornelius was alive; only the old lady doesn't want to come. She says
she's only a few more years at best to live and she doesn't like
changes."

Helen saw the nurse before she left the house, and left the dear old
creature very happy indeed. Helen was sure Nurse Boyle would never be so
lonely again, for her friends had remembered her.

Even Mrs. Olstrom, the housekeeper, came to shake hands with the girl who
had been tucked away into an attic bedroom as "a pauper cousin." And old
Mr. Lawdor fairly shed tears when he learned that he was not likely to see
Helen again.

There were other people in the great city who were sorry to see Helen
Morrell start West. Through Dud Stone, Allen Chesterton had been found
light work and a pleasant boarding place. There would always be a
watchful eye upon the old man--and that eye belonged to Miss Sadie
Goronsky--rather, "S. Goron, Milliner," as the new sign over the hat shop
door read.

"For you see," said Miss Sadie, with a toss of her head, "there ain't no
use in advertisin' it that you are a Yid. _That_ don't do no good, as I
tell mommer. Sure, I'm proud I'm a Jew. We're the greatest people in the
world yet. But it ain't good for business.

"Now, 'Goron' sounds Frenchy; don't it, Helen? And when I get a-going down
here good, I'll be wantin' some time to look at a place on Fift' Av'ner,
maybe. 'Madame Goron' would be dead swell--yes? But you put the 'sky' to
it and it's like tying a can to a dog's tail. There ain't nowhere to go
then but _home_," declared this worldly wise young girl.

Helen had dinner again with the Goronskys, and Sadie's mother could not do
enough to s