“We’ll see that one of the theaters at home books it,” declared Margie firmly, “and maybe Pete Benda will run a story about us.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did,” agreed Janet.
They went back to the ranchhouse for lunch and Billy Fenstow beamed.
“We’re ahead of schedule now. Another two hours and we’ll be ready to start for the studio where we can finish up the interiors in a couple more days.”
The bus which had brought them from Hollywood rolled into the valley and several of the cowboys started loading baggage and equipment aboard it.
Janet and Helen went upstairs, followed by Cora and Margie. Both of the latter had been hinting that they would like an invitation to stay for a time in Hollywood, but they had been so mean and small during their high school days that neither Janet nor Helen could bear the thought of entertaining them.
“Coming back to Clarion this fall?” asked Cora, her dark eyes fairly snapping as she waited eagerly for the answer to her question.
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” replied Janet, quite truthfully.
“How about you, Helen?” It was Margie asking this time.
Helen shook her head. “Your guess is as good as mine.”