“Bully for Ruth! Bully for Helen! That’s fine.”
“Shut the door, Nettie!” cried Helen, insistently. “I—I really have an idea.”
“The concert is over, ladies,” declared the Southern girl, laughing, and shutting the door.
“What’s the idea, dear?” asked Ruth.
“About raising money for poor Curly.”
“We can give him some ourselves,” Nettie said, for of course she had been taken into the full confidence of the chums about the runaway.
“I can’t,” confessed Helen. “I have scarcely any left. If my fare home were not paid I’d have to borrow.”
“I can give some; but not enough,” said Ruth.
“That’s where my idea comes in,” Helen said. “That’s why I said to shut the door.”
Nettie ejaculated: “Goodness! what does the child mean?”