"'Celia and me have gone to the city and we are going to get jobs with the movies. We know we can—and make good, too. You tell Celia's Paw and Maw about her going with me. I'll take care of her. We've got plenty money—what with what we earned posing in those pictures in the fall, the Rural Beauty, and all. We will write you from where we are going, and you won't mind when you know how successful we are and how we are getting regular wages as movie actresses.
"'Good-bye, dear Paw and Maw, and a hundred kisses for Maw from
"'Your daughter,
"'Sallie Morton.
"'P.S.—I won't be known by my own name in the movies. I've picked a real nice sounding one, and so has Celia.'"
"There! You see?" said Mrs. Morton, who had taken the apron down so she could hear Nan the better. "We can't never trace 'em, because they'll be going by some silly names. Dear, dear me, Peke! Somethin' must be done."
"I dunno what, Maw," groaned the big man, hopelessly.
"What city have they gone to?" asked Bess, abruptly.
"Why, Miss," explained Mr. Morton, "they could go to half a dozen cities from Littleton. Of course they didn't stay there, although Littleton's a big town."
"Chicago?" queried Bess.