"I don't know about that, dear," Ruth returned happily. "There is something about it all that you don't see yet."
"What's that?"
"This success of mine, I tell you, has given me a great, big idea."
"About what?"
"For the dormitory fund," Ruth said. "Mercy is right. Great oaks do grow from little acorns."
"Who's denying it?" demanded Helen. "Go on."
"Out of this little idea of mine which I have sold to Mr. Hammond, comes a thought, dear," said Ruth, solemnly, "that may get us all the money we need to rebuild the West Dormitory."
"I—don't—just—see——"
"But you will," cried Ruth. "Let me explain. If I can write a one-reel picture play, why not a long one—a real play—a five-reel drama? I have just the idea for it—oh, a grand idea!"
"Oh, Ruth!" murmured Helen, clasping her hands.