In spite of the fact, however, that nothing unusual happened, the girls spent a pleasant evening, and were glad of the chance to get to bed early.
“For,” remarked Linda, as she undressed in the charming bedroom, “I am tired, even though we didn’t break any records crossing the country.”
“It was fast enough for me,” agreed Dot. “I’d rather rest now and then, than dash off like Frank Hawks. And when you compare it to the way they used to cross the United States, it’s no less than miraculous.”
“I know,” yawned Linda. “What was it that that movie said—twenty-four days in 1850?”
“Yes, that was it, I think. Only I’m too sleepy to remember much now.... Wake me up early tomorrow, Linda. For it’s HOLLYWOOD!”
CHAPTER IV
HOLLYWOOD
“It certainly seems queer to be riding along the ground,” remarked Linda, as she and Dot stepped into a bus for Hollywood the following morning. “But we can see so much more.”
“And it’s only eleven miles,” Dot reminded her. “Oh, aren’t you thrilled, Linda?”
“Of course I am. What girl wouldn’t be?”
“If they offer you the contract now, won’t you change your mind and go into pictures?” inquired Dot.