It was nearly noon when they reached home and after lunch Janet sat down and wrote in detail of the things that had transpired since they left Clarion. In the letter she enclosed the picture and the newspaper paragraph.
In the late afternoon Henry Thorne came home, tired but elated.
“I’m delighted with the first draft of the script for the new picture.”
“Haven’t you seen Mr. Fenstow?” asked Helen.
“No, why?”
“I’m afraid it wasn’t so good.”
“Nonsense. You made out well enough. What did he put you through?”
“That’s just it,” explained Janet. “He had us do a scene from the high school play and we felt like awful nit-wits.”
“I suppose so,” conceded Helen’s father. “When will the test be ready?”
“Mr. Fenstow said to come over at eight. He said several others had to have a word about the casting.”