He nodded. She opened it and read:
"Mr. Richard Strong, New York City.
"My DEAR MR. STRONG: I have read, with very great interest, a serial story, published in your magazine, entitled 'Francesca.' I feel that there is the making of a delightful comedy in the plot of this novel, and I write to ask you whether it would be possible for me to secure the dramatic rights from the author. As the story is anonymous, I appeal to you to put me in touch with the writer in question. I shall appreciate an immediate reply.
"With thanks to you, in advance, Sincerely,
"CHARLES FROHMAN,
"Empire Theatre, New York City."
"Am I dreaming this? Does this mean my book?"
He smiled at her earnestness.
"It does. I came down to talk it over with you and see what you wanted me to do."
"What do you think about it, yourself?"
"I think it's a great idea. It will advertise the book enormously. The book will help the play. In the meantime, they both advertise you."
"A play made of my thoughts? It's too wonderful," said Bambi. "Do you suppose he'd let me make the play?"
"I don't know. Would you like to? Do you think you could?"
"I do. I've learned lots through——" She stopped of a sudden, and gazed at him. "Why, Jarvis must make the play, of course. Why didn't I think of it?"