“Oh, it’s something that happened last night. You know I told you I had two tickets for the opera. My friend gave me the money to get them, and I bought them off the two young fellows who were here one day last week.”
“Yes, it was the time my auto was taken,” Cora said.
“Of course! I ought to have remembered. Well, I bought two tickets for the opera from those men at a reduced price.”
“And couldn’t your friend go with you?” asked Belle sympathetically.
“Oh, yes. He came for me all right. But when we went to go in they wouldn’t let us.”
“Who wouldn’t let you, those two young men?” asked Cora eagerly.
“No, I only wish it had been the young men. I’d have had ’em arrested. But the doorkeeper would not let me and my friend in on those tickets.”
“Why not?” asked Bess.
“Because he said they were counterfeit. And after my friend had given me his good money for them. I was that angry I could have cried! Counterfeit tickets! What do you know about that?”