Miss Williams came in briskly, a slip of paper in her right hand, and Janet, who was nearest, saw two names written on the slip.
“Sorry I kept you so long, but I’m trying to be very fair in making the final selections,” explained Miss Williams.
“Go on, go on,” burst out Cora. “Who won?”
Miss Williams frowned.
“Well, I’m sorry, Cora.”
The dark-haired senior interrupted her sharply.
“You mean I didn’t win?”
“I mean that Helen gave a more convincing interpretation of the part. She gets the leading rôle.”
Cora’s eyes flashed.
“I might have known that. Too bad I don’t have a father with some influence.”