Doris consulted her wrist watch.
“The bank is closed by this time, but I am sure there will be some one there who can tell me what I want to know. We’ll try it, anyway.”
They turned in at the next drug store and, after a brief wait, Doris was connected with her party. After a few minutes she received the information she sought and came back to Kitty, who was waiting outside the booth.
“Did you find out?” she demanded.
Doris nodded. Her eyes were shining.
“Why, Kit, I have a lot of money. From what Uncle Ward told me the other day I thought I was almost poverty stricken.”
“How much?”
“Nearly six thousand dollars. Five thousand nine hundred and forty-three, to be exact.”
“Why, you’re rich, Dory!” Kitty exclaimed in awe.
“Hardly that, but I’ll have enough to last me for a long time.”