They continued down the street and presently had forgotten about Henry Sully. The town was soon explored and they were thinking of returning to the mansion when Kitty suggested that they attend a moving picture show. “All right,” Doris agreed, “if we can find anything good.” They had noticed a number of theaters near the post office and turned that way. “We’re coming to one now,” Kitty observed a few minutes later. “Can you make out the sign?” “Oh, we don’t want to go there,” Doris said hastily. “It’s one of those cheap places that cater to folks with perverted tastes.” They were about to pass on without a glance at the advertisements when they noticed a familiar figure. Of one accord they paused and pretended to be looking at the window display of a candy shop adjoining the theater. “It’s Cora Sully!” Kitty whispered to her chum. “She’s buying a ticket.” Without glancing in their direction, the woman entered the moving picture house. “Aren’t they a pair!” Doris exclaimed in disgust. “Henry half drunk in a gambling place and Cora here at this cheap movie! I don’t see how Azalea and Iris can tolerate them—they are so refined themselves.” “Either they don’t know about it, or they must have some very special reason for keeping them. Didn’t they say Cora was the daughter of their former dressmaker?” “Yes, perhaps they keep the couple out of sheer sentiment. I’m sure if I were in their place I’d send Cora and Henry away in a hurry.” Farther on down the street the girls found a picture house which satisfied them and they purchased tickets. The show lasted for two hours and when they left the theater, it was nearly supper time. “We must be getting back to the mansion,” Doris declared. “Before we go, though, I have a notion I ought to put in a telephone call to the bank at Chilton and find out how much money I have there. I’d ask Uncle Ward but he’s still out of town campaigning for that Fresh Air Fund.” “Then you’ve decided to loan the Misses Gates the money they want?” “Oh, I haven’t decided anything. I don’t know what to do! I thought if I found out exactly how much money I have, it might be easier to decide.” “It won’t take very long to put the call through,” Kitty urged. “Why don’t you?” Doris consulted her wrist watch. “The bank is closed by this time, but I am sure there will be some one there who can tell me what I want to know. We’ll try it, anyway.” They turned in at the next drug store and, after a brief wait, Doris was connected with her party. After a few minutes she received the information she sought and came back to Kitty, who was waiting outside the booth. “Did you find out?” she demanded. Doris nodded. Her eyes were shining. “Why, Kit, I have a lot of money. From what Uncle Ward told me the other day I thought I was almost poverty stricken.” “How much?” “Nearly six thousand dollars. Five thousand nine hundred and forty-three, to be exact.” “Why, you’re rich, Dory!” Kitty exclaimed in awe.