“What fun that would be,” exclaimed Janet. “Why that’s where all of the stars go.”
“You usually find a few of them eating there,” admitted Helen’s father.
They talked for another hour, the girls, in their excitement, planning things that could never come true, but their fathers and mothers, indulging them the sheer joy of their mood, let them ramble on.
It was nearly midnight when they finally pushed their chairs away from the table and the Hardys started for home.
“I’ll see you first thing in the morning,” said Helen, “but I don’t believe I’ll sleep a wink.”
“I’m afraid I won’t either,” replied Janet, “but I’m so excited I don’t care.”
On the way home she linked her arm with her father and mother and they walked slowly.
“Happy?” her father asked gently.
“Gloriously happy,” replied Janet softly, squeezing her mother’s arm. “Of course I want to go to Hollywood, but I’m going to miss both of you terribly.”
“We’ll miss you, too. You know that,” replied her father, “but it’s an opportunity that comes to few girls. Don’t be too disappointed if you fail to remain in the cast of that western picture. You’re going out there for a lark and not with the serious intent of becoming a motion picture actress.”