“Right. And I’m determined that ‘The Chinese Image’ be the best ever produced by Clarion High.”
The electric gong that heralded the opening of school banged its lusty tone through the hall.
“Never mind about opening assembly,” said Miss Williams. “I’ll explain to the principal that I detained you.”
The dramatics instructor looked quizzically at Janet and Helen.
“You make a good team, don’t you?”
“Well, we don’t exactly fight,” smiled Helen, “but there are times when we don’t agree.”
“Of course. That’s only human. What I mean is that when you get together with a goal in mind, you work hard to attain that goal. When Janet went out for editor of the Weekly Clarion last fall, you were working hard for her to win.”
“I did my best,” admitted Helen.
“And it had a lot to do with my winning out over Margie Blake,” said Janet whole-heartedly.
“Which is just the kind of spirit I’m looking for to put across the senior play. I’ll have to make a little confession or you’ll wonder why I’m so intensely interested in the success of this special play. A dramatic producing company has made me a tentative offer, but their final decision will be made after one of their representatives has seen the senior play.”