Nan was moved to ask. "What put that idea in your head, honey?"
"I guess 'most girls that run away from home nowadays are lookin' to make a hit in the pitchers—ain't they?"
"You ridiculous child, you!" laughed Bess. "We haven't run away."
"No? Well, I thought mebbe youse did," said the flower-seller, grinning impishly. "I see a plenty of 'em comin' off the trains, I do."
"Runaway girls?" cried Nan,
"They don't tell me they have run away. But they are all greenies—just as green as grass," this shrewd child of the street declared.
"Have you seen any girls lately who have come to the city to be picture actresses?" Nan asked with sudden eagerness.
"Yep," was the reply.
"Sure?" cried Bess. "You don't mean it!"
"Yes, I do. Two girls bigger'n you. Le's see—it was last Friday."