“What’s the matter?” she asked, as she observed the group of excited young people about the cashier’s desk.
“Two strange young men went off with Miss Kimball’s auto,” was the cashier’s answer, and the circumstances were related.
“Two young men!” exclaimed the manager. “Why I remember those two who had cream in here this morning. They spoke to me as they came out on the porch, and I bought tickets of them.”
“Tickets!” exclaimed Jack. “Tickets?”
“Yes. They seemed all right—I mean respectful and all that. They said they had unexpectedly run out of funds and wanted to know if I wouldn’t buy some railroad tickets they had to New York. I said I hadn’t any use for them, and couldn’t get off to go to New York anyhow, as this was our busy season.”
“So you didn’t buy them?” asked Cora. “But I thought you said——”
“I didn’t buy the railroad tickets,” said the young lady manager. “But I did purchase two tickets for the opera performance that is to be given at Chelton on Friday night. I’d been wanting to go, and I was going to telephone for tickets when these young men said they had two good ones they’d let me have for less than the regular price.”
“And you took them?” asked Walter.
“Yes. It seemed a bargain, and I am desirous to see the play.”
“Do you mind letting me see the tickets?” asked Jack.