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32 "Here!" cried Helen.

"Yes. Didn't you know?"

"No. I thought he was still at Eliot."

Across the way an open door gave a glimpse of the mysterious recesses of a studio. Hidden behind the tall green plants and Japanese screens was some one playing a violin.

"Oh!" exclaimed the girl. "It is glorious! Life is so free, and so full of things to do!"

"Maybe the child thinks that this is altruistic passion, but I doubt if it is," meditated Anne.

Suddenly Helen turned, with a quiver on her lips that completed the conquest of the older woman's heart.

"Oh, Miss Bradford! I do so want to help! Do you think I can?"