“But that would mean leaving Clarion,” protested Helen.
“I’m afraid it would, and while I wouldn’t like that, the opportunity offered by this company, if it finally develops, would be such that I just couldn’t afford to reject it.”
“I suppose there isn’t a whole lot of money in teaching dramatics in a high school,” said Janet.
“Not enough so I want to make it a life career,” replied Miss Williams. “But this isn’t getting along with my plan. Helen, I’m assigning you for a tryout for the leading rôle. Here’s your part. Read it over carefully and be ready tomorrow afternoon at 4:15 o’clock.”
Miss Williams handed the mimeographed sheets to the astounded Helen.
“They won’t bite,” she smiled.
“But the lead? I never dreamed you would want me to try out for that.”
“Why not? It calls for a brunette with ability and brains and I think you answer that description.”
Miss Williams turned to Janet.
“Here’s your rôle, Janet. It’s the second lead. You play a jittery little blond who hasn’t a brain in her head and probably never will have.”