"What did we come over here for, anyway?
How about those runaway girls?"
"I'm sorry," Nan said, shaking her head; "but we haven't found them. They
don't live here, and Jennie doesn't know where they do live."
"Goodness! What elusive creatures they are," grumbled Walter.
"Aren't they!" Bess exclaimed. "Jennie Albert just happened to meet them
when they were looking for work, and told them where she lived. So they
came around to see her the other day. That Mr. Gray we saw at the studio
had just sent for Jennie, and so she told them to go around and see him.
Yes! Just think! 'Lola Montague' and 'Marie Fortesque'! Say! Aren't those
names the limit?"
But Nan considered the matter too serious to joke about. "I am afraid
that Sallie and Celia must be about to _their_ limit," she said. "Poor
Mrs. Morton! She said Sallie was stubborn, and she must be, to endure so
many disappointments and not give up and go home."
"The sillies!" said Walter. "How about it, kid? Would _you_ run away from
a good home, even if it were in the country?"
"Not if the eats came reg'lar and they didn't beat me too much," declared
Inez, repeating her former declaration.
"Well, then, we'll take you where the 'eats' at least come regular,"
laughed Walter. "Eh, Grace?"
"Of course.
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