We will write you from where we are going, and you
won't mind when you know how successful we are and how we are getting
regular wages as movie actresses.
"'Good-bye, dear Paw and Maw, and a hundred kisses for Maw from
"'Your daughter,
"'Sallie Morton.
"'P.S.--I won't be known by my own name in the movies. I've picked a real
nice sounding one, and so has Celia.'"
"There! You see?" said Mrs. Morton, who had taken the apron down so she
could hear Nan the better. "We can't never trace 'em, because they'll be
going by some silly names. Dear, dear me, Peke! Somethin' must be done."
"I dunno what, Maw," groaned the big man, hopelessly.
"What city have they gone to?" asked Bess, abruptly.
"Why, Miss," explained Mr. Morton, "they could go to half a dozen cities
from Littleton. Of course they didn't stay there, although Littleton's a
big town."
"Chicago?" queried Bess.
"Perhaps. But they could get to Detroit, or Indianapolis, or even to
Cincinnati."
"There are more picture making concerns in Chicago," suggested Nan,
quietly, "than in the other cities named, I am sure. And the fare to
Chicago is less than to the others."
"Right you air, Miss!" agreed Si Snubbins. "That's where them pesky gals
have set out for, I ain't a doubt."
"And how are we goin' to get 'em back?" murmured Mr.
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