“I noticed that, too,” Janet said. “Evidently she doesn’t think much of the plans which call for us hurrying away to New York.”
“Can’t be helped; we’re going,” said Helen.
When they returned home a telegram was waiting for Henry Thorne.
“This interests you girls more than it does me,” he said, handing the message to his daughter.
Helen read it eagerly.
“Have Janet and Helen report next Monday morning at Radio City at ten o’clock,” she said.
“That means we’ll have to leave here Saturday night. Why, that’s only tomorrow night!” gasped Janet.
HELLO, NEW YORK