Billie turned to Edina, her face radiant.
“We’ll be there soon. And then such an orgy of shopping as we’ll have! I hope,” she hesitated and regarded the other girl laughingly, “I do hope you have brought plenty of money with you!”
Edina looked anxious.
“I’ve brought five hundred dollars. Will that be enough?”
Billie was staggered.
“Five hundred! Why, Edina, what did you think we were going to do—buy the town?”
“Well—how was I to know? Everything these girls wear looks as if it would run into a heap o’ money.”
“So it does. Nevertheless, five hundred dollars should give us a pretty good running start! Here we are, Edina! Come along!”
There was a riotous exodus from the bus, and in the general confusion Billie nearly lost sight of Edina. She found her finally on the edge of the crowd, clinging to her pocketbook and looking scared.
“Come along,” said Billie. “I’ve already fixed things with Miss Arbuckle. We’re to meet the girls at the Busy Bee at twelve o’clock sharp. Until then, our time’s our own.”