Kedzie was so excited that she annoyed the people about her, but she learned again the invaluable lesson that rich men are unfit companions for nice girls. Kedzie resolved to prove this for herself. She prayed for a chance to be tempted so that she might rebuke some swell villain. But she intended to postpone the rebuke until she had seen a lot of high life. This would serve a double purpose: Kedzie would get to see more millionairishness, and the rebuke would be more--more “_scatting_.” It is hard even to think a word you cannot pronounce. Kedzie gained one thing further from the pictures--a new name. She had been musing incessantly on choosing one. She had always hated both _Thropp_ and _Kedzie,_ and had counted on marriage to reform her surname. But she could not wait. She wanted an alias at once. The police were after her. The heroine of this picture was named _Anita Adair,_ and the name just suited Kedzie. She intended to be known by it henceforth. She had not settled on what town she had come from. Perhaps she would decide to have been born in New York. She rather fancied the notion of being a daughter of a terrible swell family who wanted to force her to marry a wicked old nobleman, but she ran away sooner than submit to the _“imfany”_--that was the way Kedzie pronounced it in her head. It was a word she had often seen but never heard. Meanwhile she was sure of one thing: Kedzie Thropp was annihilated and Anita Adair was born full grown. At the conclusion of the film Kedzie was saddened by a ballad sung by an adenoid tenor. The song was a scatting exposure of the wickedness of Broadway. The refrain touched Kedzie deeply, and alarmed her somewhat. It reiterated and reiterated: “There's a browkin hawt for everee light ton Broadway-ee.” Kedzie began to fear that she would furnish one more. And yet it would be rather nice to have a broken heart, Kedzie thought, especially on Broadway. CHAPTER X Kedzie watched the moving picture twice through. The second time it was not so good. It lacked spontaneity and sincerity. At the first vision everything seemed to rise from what preceded; people did what was natural or noble. The second time it looked mechanical, rehearsed; the thrill was gone, too, because she knew positively that the hero was not really going to shoot, and the villain was not really going to break through the door. She wandered forth in a tragedy of disillusionment. That was really the cause of the pout that seemed to say, “Please kiss me!” She pouted because when she got what she wanted she no longer wanted it. There are hearts like cold storage. They keep what they get fresh and cool; and there are hearts that spoil whatever is intrusted to them. In Kedzie's hot young soul, things spoiled soon. She was hungry, and she could not resist the impulse to enter a cheap restaurant. She did not know how cheap it was. It was as good as the best restaurant in Nimrim, Mo.