Father was in Chicago, so we thought we'd stay here and see what we could do for some of the girls whose good times are limited.

We did all sorts of little stunts.

Thanksgiving night we gave a party at Morton House and invited every one we could think of, and the next night Ruth and I took our checks, we each received an extra one for Thanksgiving, and gave a moving picture party.

We made the man who owns the place reserve the seats, and we saw 'The Merchant of Venice.' It was beautifully done, and every one who saw it was delighted.

Then we invited several girls to Morton House for Thanksgiving dinner, too." "I wanted to ask you and Ruth to go to New York with us, but----" "Don't say a word," interrupted Arline, with a penitent little gesture.
"It was my fault.