"It won't hurt to find out how much I can get, even if I don't take the offer at all," Lorna thought. "I simply will not submit to Mary's dictation all the time."
Lorna hurried to the street, closely followed by her sister.
"Don't go, dear," pleaded Mary.
But there by the curb panted a big limousine, such as Lorna had always pictured waiting for her at a stage door; the big man smiled as he held open the door. Lorna hesitated an instant. Then she espied, coming around the corner toward them, Bobbie Burke, on his way to meet Mary.
That settled it. She ran with a laugh toward the door of the automobile and flounced inside, while the big man followed her, slamming the portal as the car moved on.
"Oh, Bob," sobbed Mary, as the young officer reached her side. "Follow them."
"What's the matter?"
"Look, that black automobile!"
"Yes, yes!"
"Lorna has gone into it with a theatrical manager. She is going on the stage!" and Mary caught his hand tensely as she dashed after the car.