now; and she has everything that any girl ever had, so far as
looks go. She's going to do for us what you never have been and
never will be able to do, Peter Knight. She's going to make us
rich. But she can't do it in Vale."

"Ma's right," declared James. "New York's the place for pretty
women; the town is full of them."

"If it's full of pretty women what chance has she got?" queried
Peter. "She can't break into society on my fifteen hundred--"

"She won't need to. She can go on the stage."

"Good Lord! What makes you think she can act?"

"Do you remember that Miss Donald who stopped at Myrtle Lodge last
summer? She's an actress."

"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."