"
"Oh, dear!" sighed Bess.
"Well, they were all right at that time. I'll write and tell Mrs.
Morton," Nan said.
"Did they tell you their names, Mrs. Beasley?" she asked.
"Bless you! if they did, I don't remember. I have twenty-five girls all
the time and lots of 'em only stay a few nights. I couldn't begin to keep
track of 'em, or remember their names."
This was all the information the chums could get from Mrs. Beasley
regarding the girls whom Nan and Bess believed to be the runaways. A
little later they went out with Inez, the latter evidently filled to
repletion.
"Hi! but that _was_ a feed! You girls must be millionaires' daughters,
like the newspapers tell about," said the street girl.
"Oh, no, we're not," Nan cried.
"Well, you better be joggin' along toward Washington Park. I don't
want youse should get robbed while I'm with you. Mebbe the police'd
think I done it."
"If you will put us on the car that goes near this address," said Nan,
seriously, showing Inez Walter Mason's card, "we'll be awfully obliged."
Inez squinted at the address. "I kin do better'n that," she declared.
"I'll put youse in a jitney that'll drop ye right at the corner of the
street--half a block away."
"Oh! a jitney!" Bess cried. "Of course."
Inez marched them a couple of blocks and there, on a busy corner, hailed
the auto-buss.
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