"No!" Mr. Knight was amazed. "She told me a good deal about the show business. She said Lorelei wouldn't have the least bit of trouble getting a position. She gave me a note to a manager, too, and I sent him Lorelei's photograph. He wrote right back that he'd give her a place." "Really?" "Yes; he's looking for pretty girls with good figures. His name is Bergman." Jim broke in eagerly. "You've heard of Bergman's Revues, pa. We saw one last summer, remember? Bergman's a big fellow." "THAT show? Why, that was--rotten. It isn't a very decent life, either." "Don't worry about Sis," advised Jim. "She can take care of herself, and she'll grab a millionaire sure--with her looks. Other girls are doing it every day--why not her? Ma's got the right idea." Impassively Mrs. Knight resumed her argument. "New York is where the money is--and the women that go with money. It's the market-place. The stage advertises a pretty girl and gives her chances to meet rich men. Here in Vale there's nobody with money, and, besides, people know us. The Stevens girls have been nasty to Lorelei all winter, and she's never invited to the golf-club dances any more." At this intelligence Mr. Knight burst forth indignantly: "They're putting on a lot of airs since the Interurban went through; but Ben Stevens forgets who helped him get the franchise. I could tell a lot of things--" "Bergman writes," continued Mrs. Knight, "that Lorelei wouldn't have to go on the road at all if she didn't care to. The real pretty show-girls stay right in New York." Jim added another word. "She's the best asset we've got, pa, and if we all work together we'll land her in the money, sure." Peter Knight pinched his full red lips into a pucker and stared speculatively at his wife. It was not often that she openly showed her hand to him. "It seems like an awful long chance," he said. "Not so long, perhaps, as you think," his wife assured him. "Anyhow, it's our ONLY chance, and we're not popular in Vale." "Have you talked to her about it?" "A little. She'll do anything we ask. She's a good girl that way." The three were still buried in discussion when Lorelei appeared at the door. "I'm going over to Mabel's," she paused a moment to say. "I'll be back early, mother."