Margaret came in with a handful of school stories she had written during an assembly hour.
“Congratulations,” she said to Helen. “I’ve just heard about your part. You’ll put it across.”
“I’m glad you think so, Marg, for I’d hate to make a fizzle of it.”
Helen finished writing her copy for the paper that afternoon after school and before she went home to supper with Tom wrote the headlines for the main stories on page one.
“Did you write a story about the sophomore picnic and what happened to Margaret?” asked Tom.
“It’s with the copy I just put on your machine,” Helen replied. “Everyone knows something about it and of course there is a lot of talk. I’ve seen Doctor Stevens and Margaret and they both agree that a story is necessary and that the simple truth is the best thing to say with no apologies and nothing covered up.”
“Doc Stevens is a brick,” exclaimed Tom. “Most men would raise the very dickens if such a story were printed but it will stop idle talk which is certainly much worse than having the truth known.”
“That’s the way he feels,” Helen said.
Margaret came over after supper to go down to the opera house with Helen for play practice.
“I’m getting almost as big a thrill out of it as Helen,” she told Mrs. Blair, “only I wouldn’t be able to put it across and Helen can.”