“I don’t believe he’d think any the less of you,” smiled Janet, “but I’ll admit it would be nice for you to win the leading rôle and I’ll do everything I can to help you.”
“Of course, I know you will. It was awfully small of me to say that.”
The doorbell rang and Janet answered it. A boy handed her a package.
“It’s for Miss Hardy. She live here?”
“I’m Janet Hardy.”
“Okay. I just wanted to be sure this was the right place.”
“This looks interesting,” said Janet, returning to the living room with the large box. Her mother, who had heard the doorbell, joined them.
Janet tore off the wrapping, opened the cardboard outer box, and pulled out a two pound box of assorted chocolates. On top of the box was a clipping torn from the front page of the Times.
Janet stared hard at the clipping, hardly believing her eyes. There was her story with her name signed to it.
“Why Janet, your name is on this front page story!” exclaimed her mother.