“I have always tried to shun it,” answered Linda. “But it seems that I am being punished now.”
But the young man had gone, and the girls were feeling very blue.
“We’ve got to pull ourselves together!” announced Dot, after a few minutes of somber silence. “Let’s step out and go to a show tonight! After all, you paid that thousand dollars bail, and we might as well get some fun out of it.”
“True,” admitted Linda.
“Not a picture this time. A theatre. I’m sick of movies.”
“So am I.”
“And let’s make a rule, with a forfeit of five dollars, if either of us mentions that aviatrix, or Sprague, or any other vermin we have met around the studio, we have to pay the other! Is it a go?”
“Does that include Mr. Chase?” asked Linda, slyly.
Dot poked her companion under the chin.
“I suppose not,” she agreed. “You couldn’t exactly describe him as ‘vermin’.... And besides, I can see that you were rather smitten. And did he fall for you? Whew!”