"I see," said the Interpreter, gravely.
"There might possibly have been the shade of another reason," she continued, after a moment, and there was a hint of bitterness in her voice now.
"Yes?"
"Yes, it is conceivable, perhaps, that, in spite of the prevailing opinions of such people, even I might have felt a wee bit sorry for the poor kiddies—especially for the girl. She is such a tiny, tired-looking mite."
The old basket maker was smiling now, as he said, "I have known for a long time that there were two Helens. Little Maggie, it seems, has found still another."
"How interesting!"
"Yes, Maggie has discovered, somehow, that you are really a beautiful princess, living on most intimate terms with the fairies. She will think so more than ever now."
The young woman laughed at this. "And the boy—what do you suppose he will think after his ride with Tom in the limousine?"
The Interpreter shook his head doubtfully. "Bobby will probably reserve his judgment for a while, on the possible chance of another ride in your car."
"Tell me about them," said Helen.