"We find we have to leave sooner than we expected. If you like, give our meal to some poor person. We haven't had time to touch it."
"Oh, all right," answered the young girl at the desk. "We often give what is left over to charity, and I'm sure the food on your table won't come amiss. If you like I'll speak to the manager, and see if he'll give you a rebate——"
"No, we haven't time for that—too much of a hurry," answered Alice. "Come along, Ruth."
They hurried outside, and Alice glanced quickly up and down the street for a glimpse of the two men. They were not in sight.
"I wish we were rich!" suddenly exclaimed Alice, as she took her sister's arm, and hurried in the direction of the elevated that would take them home.
"Why?" asked Ruth.
"Because then we could afford to take a taxicab. We ought to warn Russ as soon as possible. How much money have you, Ruth?"
"Not enough for a taxicab, I'm afraid." She hastily counted it over. Alice did the same.
"No," decided the younger girl, with a sigh. "I guess we'd better not. At least—not yet. We may have to—later."
"What do you mean?" asked Ruth.