“I’m done for!” groaned Tavia, as they returned to their rooms at the hotel just before luncheon. “I can’t even buy a stick of peppermint candy to send to the kids at Dalton.”
“How about that five dollars in the bank?” asked Dorothy, suddenly remembering Tavia’s previous and most surprising statement. “And how did you ever come to have a bank account? Is it in the First National of Dalton?”
There was a laugh from Tavia, a sudden flash of lingerie and the display of a silk stocking. Then she held out to her chum a neatly folded banknote wrapped in tissue paper.
THE TWO GIRLS STEPPED OUT OF THE ELEVATOR AND FOUND GARRY KNAPP WAITING FOR THEM.
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“First National Bank of Womankind,” she cried gaily. “I always carry it there in case of accident—being run over, robbed, or an earthquake. But that five dollars is all I own. Oh, dear! I wish I had stuffed the whole roll into my stocking.”
“Don’t, Tavia! it’s not ladylike.”
“I don’t care. Pockets are out of style again,” pouted her friend. “And, anyway, you must admit that this was a stroke of genius, for I would otherwise be without a penny.”