Billy Fenstow stepped forward.
“That was better. We shot it and I’ll have it put through at once. There’s a couple of others have a final word on the casting and they’ll want to see the test.”
“When will it be ready?” asked Helen.
“Tonight. Suppose you bring your father over at eight and we’ll send it through with rushes of other stuff that’s been taken today.”
“We’ll be here,” promised Janet.
On their way out they overheard several electricians talking.
“One of the kids was Henry Thorne’s girl,” said one. “What did you think of her?”
“She’s not bad looking, but their skit was lousy.”
“Yeh, I thought so too.”
Helen looked at Janet and for some reason or other, felt like laughing. Why hadn’t her Dad warned them about the test? He should have given them something to rehearse that would have been impressive.