"Struck what?" demanded her puzzled chum.
"'Great oaks from little acorns grow' sure enough! Eureka! I have it," Ruth cried. "I believe I know how we all—every girl in Briarwood—can help earn the money to rebuild the West Dormitory."
CHAPTER XIII
THE IDEA IS BORN
"What? What? What?" Helen cried, as she gazed, wide-eyed, at the check and at Mr. Hammond's letter.
The check for twenty-five dollars there could be no mistake about; and she scanned the moving picture man's enthusiastic letter shortly, for it was brief. But Helen quite misunderstood the well-spring of Ruth's sudden joy.
"Oh, Ruthie Fielding!" she gasped. "What have you done now?" and she hugged her chum delightedly. "How wonderful! That was the secret between you and that Mr. Hammond, was it?"
"Yes," admitted Ruth.
"And you've written a real moving picture?"