“I know the situation,” said Janet. “I’m tired, but I’ll keep on until I either go to sleep or am through.”
Mr. McGregor smiled approvingly and Jim Hill felt like shouting.
“That’s splendid,” said the continuity chief. “I’m going to send Jim along to bed. He’s to report here early tomorrow morning to start the rewriting of your story. You keep on as long as you can. When you are through you can lock the script in the right hand drawer of Jim’s desk. Here is a key for you and Jim has one already.”
The head of the continuity department departed and Jim Hill lingered on for a minute or two.
“Want some more lunch?” he asked.
Janet, who had turned back to her typewriter, shook her head.
“How about a cup of coffee to keep you awake a while longer? I don’t want you to go to sleep before you get this material hashed out for me.”
“Go on, Jim. I’ll get along all right. It won’t take long now if I’m not interrupted.”
Jim Hill took the hint and departed quietly and Janet continued with her work. It was something she thoroughly enjoyed doing. This writing was creating something out of whole cloth. Of course it would have to have a special revision by Jim tomorrow to work it into the script, but when it finally went on the air there would still be a lot of her material in the radio play.
Janet worked for more than half an hour and then leaned back in her chair for her arms ached and her eyes were blurred.