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