Janet chuckled over the lines she was to read in the tryout. The part of Abbie should be great fun, for Abbie did about every nonsensical thing possible and the giddier the part could be made, the better, decided Janet.
Helen’s rôle was more serious, for she was supposed to be in love with one of the boys of the other branch of the family and many were the trials and tribulations of their love affair. It was a delicate rôle, with much sweetness and tenderness, and it should prove ideal for Helen. Janet couldn’t conceive of Cora Dean, who had a certain harshness about her, getting the part. But then, Cora was capable and she might be able to play the rôle to perfection.
Just before noon the sky, grey since morning, turned a more desolate shade and the clouds disgorged their burden of snow. It was dry and fine and tons of it seemed to be coming down.
Janet met Helen in the hall.
“What about lunch?”
“I’m going to stay at school and have mine in the cafeteria,” replied Helen. “How about you?”
“I don’t relish the long walk home, but I didn’t bring any money with me.”
Helen smiled. “You wouldn’t accept a loan, would you?”
“I might,” conceded Janet, “because I’m more than a little hungry.”
“I’ve got fifty cents. That ought to buy enough food to last until we get home tonight.”