“Now, whew!”
Betsy relaxed.
“Omigosh! That’s the longest short distance I ever traveled.”
“Now that we are out, what are we going to do?”
“Go to the picture show and sit in the balcony.”
When Mimi said, “O. K.” she did not realize that they were going to the one place they would be most likely to be caught. When she realized it later, she shuddered.
The girl at the ticket window stared at them with open curiosity, but since neither betrayed the slightest facial emotion, the girl did not comment.
In the semi-darkness of the lobby, Mimi felt safe for the first time since leaving Tumble Inn. Groping up the steps to the balcony, they giggled and giggled. When they were seated and when their eyes were adjusted to the light, Betsy punched Mimi and pointed. Two rows in front of them were five Preps and a faculty chaperon!
The culprits slid down in their seats. Suppose? No, don’t! Nothing to do but watch, and when the other Preps left, pull hats down and duck heads. Keeping one eye on everyone who went out was very distracting. This was one show Mimi could not tell about afterwards. They had stayed through practically all of it before the other Preps left, and the faculty member, to their immense relief, passed without seeing them.
When the great Garbo posed in the open window and let her hair fall forward half hiding her face, Mimi punched Betsy.