“Please,” Irene stopped her. “I won’t be on anything if I’m late for rehearsal. Turn in your contributions, girls, and let’s go.”
Clarissa seemed almost too eager to accept the four bills the girls offered her. They paid the cashier, counting their change carefully, and left the restaurant together.
Outside, the wind had increased, sending swirls and flurries of snow ahead of them as they crossed the street. They could scarcely see each other through the whiteness in the air.
“I’ll leave you here. Cheer up, Flo. I’ll let you know my decision in a day or two,” Irene promised as she hurried off.
“Talk her into it, Judy,” urged Pauline.
The four girls had entered the RCA Building, glad of the warmth they found inside.
“Talk her into what?” asked Judy. “I’m afraid I don’t know the language. Do you have a new sponsor for Irene?”
“Yes, the golden hair wash people.”
“Oh,” Judy said and was suddenly silent.
“Would she be on one of the big networks?” asked Clarissa.