Miss Williams had often wanted to ask that question just to satisfy her own curiosity, but the opportunity had never opened before.
“Dad’s working under pressure on the coast, long hours and a terrific strain, and he says some of the things that are said about Hollywood are true. Most of the people are fine and hard working, but a small, wild crowd gives the rest a bad name and he doesn’t want to take any chance on my getting mixed up with that bunch.”
“But you wouldn’t,” said Miss Williams.
“I don’t think so, but Dad thinks it best for us to stay here in Clarion and mother and I are happy here with all of our friends. Of course we don’t see a whole lot of Dad, but when he does get home or we go out there, we have an awfully good time.”
Miss Williams glanced at her watch.
“It’s 9:10. You’d better go down to assembly. I’ll explain why you were late. Don’t forget, tryouts for both of you tomorrow afternoon and I’m counting on you to do your best.”
“We’ll try,” promised Janet, as they picked up the sheets with the tryout parts and left the chemistry auditorium.
In the hall Helen, her dark eyes aglow with excitement, turned to Janet.
“Just think; I’ve got a chance at the leading rôle. Of course Cora will probably get it, but at least Miss Williams is considering me.”
“Now let’s stop right here,” said Janet firmly, “and get one thing straight. You have a chance at the leading rôle.” Helen nodded.