“Say, this is great of you to come over. I feel like a visiting celebrity, or something.”
“You’re very much a celebrity,” smiled Janet.
“Not to you,” he replied. “Well, let’s start home. I’ve only this light traveling bag.”
“Does that mean you won’t be able to stay long?” asked Helen anxiously.
“I should say it doesn’t. I can live for six months out of a traveling bag. Oh, of course, I wouldn’t look like Beau Brummell, but I’d be acceptable in average circles.”
The Thornes occupied the back seat and Janet and her mother sat in front. The big car purred smoothly and Janet’s father sent it humming away on the trip back to Clarion.
Janet got only snatches of the conversation that was going on in the rear seat. She was anxious to listen, but it wouldn’t have been very polite to have done so obviously. Anyway, Helen would tell her most of the news the next day.
From the few remarks she overheard, she realized that Henry Thorne was exceedingly happy to be home, and that the last year had been a strain even though all of his pictures had been money makers.
The lights of Clarion were in sight when he leaned forward and spoke to Janet’s father.
“Get any worms located, John?”