paper which she had drawn from that inexhaustible pocket of hers.
"See! it's a show bill. My cousin, Ed Pembroke, sent it to me from Keyport. He says the town is plastered with them. Does it remind you of anything?" and she began to read in a loud voice:
"'Coming! Coming! Coming! North Street Orpheum' same date as your show here on Friday night, Jess."
"I see," said Jess, peering over her shoulder as Bobby unctuously read on:
"'High Class Entertainment for High Class People!' Ha! that's good," sniffed Bobby. "'The Lady of the Castle' played by a capable cast of professional Thespians, who will assist the Talented Young Amateur, GREBA PENDENNIS. Her portrayal of the Duchess is a Work of Art.' Wow, wow! Listen to that now!" cried Bobby, in great delight. "Wouldn't you think that was Lil Pendleton?"
Jess stared at the bill, and whispered: "I would indeed."
"'But of course it isn't!" gasped Bobby, looking at Jess, in sudden curiosity.
"What is Lil's middle name?" demanded Jess, suddenly.
"Why—I Ah! she has got a middle
