“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I’ve known girls younger than either one of you to make a success.”
“But they didn’t last long,” countered Janet.
“Perhaps you’re right on that,” agreed Curt. “Are you going to school?”
“I expect we’ll decide that when we get back to Hollywood and have a long talk with mother and dad,” replied Helen.
Just then Billy Fenstow hurried up, puffing and exceedingly warm.
“Everybody accounted for?” he asked his harried assistant.
“All here,” replied the red-faced “Skeets.”
“Sit down in the back seat with me,” the director told the girls. “I want to talk with you on the way back to the city.”
The last members of the company were herded aboard the bus and the girls, Curt Newsom and the director were the last to get aboard.
They sat down on the broad back seat which had been reserved for the director. The bus lurched into motion and rolled away from the ranchhouse.