Putting her hand over the transmitter she turned to Mimi.
“He has some. What shall I say?”
“Have him send them out collect—and special delivery.”
Ten or twenty-five cents more wouldn’t matter. Mimi couldn’t wait.
“Bring your money to the office now so that I can pay the boy.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
The money. Mimi was down to earth again. She was taking one problem at a time and doing splendidly but she was up against something now. She had only one dollar and seventy-five cents in her purse and that was not enough. She had forgotten about buying three cans of heat, the brown sugar and the movie magazines.
Knowing full well that no girl in school is as despised as one who borrows, she risked her popularity to raise the money. Everywhere it was the same. Term end was a time of celebration and each girl Mimi asked needed all she had and more.
There was but one thing left to do. She went back to Tumble Inn and taking the key from around her neck she unlocked the secret drawer of her trunk where she kept her diary. She took out one of the blank checks Daddy had left her for emergencies. It would be the first one she had used and she was spending it on something frivolous but after all, Daddy wanted her to have a good time. He’d be the first person to say, “Go ahead and get them, Honey.” She felt very important as she made out the check in the office. In her best writing she signed Dr. J. S. Hammond by Mimi. Her name ran sideways off the bottom of the check.
The thirty minutes she loafed around where she could see the office entrance and pounce upon the messenger and grab her skates, she had time to think.