Exit Betty

The girl came to a standstill abruptly and faced about, drawing away just a hair's-breadth from the detaining hand, and surveying her steadily, the boy ish expression in her eyes changing to an amused cal culation such as one would fancy a cowboy held up on his native plains by a stray lamb might have worn. What's the little old idea! Asked the girl coldly, her eyes narrowing as she studied the other girl in detail and attempted to classify her into the known and unknown quantities of her world. Her face was absolutely expressionless as far as any sign of interest or sympathy was concerned. It was like a house with the door still closed and a well-trained butler in attendance. I've got to get away from here at once before anybody sees me, whispered Betty excitedly, with a fearful glance behind her. Do you want me to call a cab for you? Sneered the girl on the sidewalk, with an envious glance at the white satin slippers.