"That is it—exactly. A one reel picture," and Ruth laughed.
"And he says he will produce it at once," sighed Helen.
"So Mr. Hammond says. It's very nice of him."
"Oh, Ruth!" cried Helen, hugging her again.
"Oh, Helen!" responded Ruth, in sheer delight.
"You're famous—really famous!" said Ruth's chum, with sudden solemnity.
Ruth's clear laughter rang out spontaneously.
"Well, you are!"
"Not yet."
"But you've earned twenty-five dollars writing that play. Only think of that! And you can give it to the dormitory fund. Is that what you are so pleased about? Mercy, Ruth! you don't expect us all to set about writing picture plays and selling them to Mr. Hammond?"