“He’s gone home, but you can get him on the telephone,” answered one of the attendants, writing the number down for her.
“We saw you in the movies, Miss Carlton!” announced another. “You didn’t look half pretty enough, though. But we’re sure goin’ a see that picture when it comes to town!”
Linda frowned. She didn’t want to take the time to deny the false impression, but she certainly did hate this sort of thing.
The girls found a taxi at once, and, leaving their bigger box in the autogiro, they took out an overnight bag and went to a hotel that had been familiar to Linda during her year at St. Louis.
“That’s what I’m going to be up against all the time!” she remarked, with distaste, as she and Dot settled back in the taxi.
“You mean about the movies?” questioned her companion. “I was wondering why you didn’t deny it right off.”
“I haven’t time to go about the world denying things. And it seems so useless. Until I have proof, I mean. They wouldn’t believe me any more than the crowd at home did.”
“I suppose you’re right. Oh, well, don’t let’s worry. We can clear the whole thing up in no time.”
They reached the hotel, made an appointment with Mr. Eckert over the telephone, and changed their costumes for dinner. It was after seven o’clock when they sat down to the table, and they did full justice to the meal.
Mr. Eckert’s first remark when he greeted Linda was practically the same as that of the boys on the field.