Helen joined them a few minutes later, limping a little for her feet were still aching from the bruises.
The girls passed the remainder of the afternoon resting and at dinner that night became involved in a serious discussion with Helen’s father and mother.
After the dessert, Henry Thorne pushed back his chair and looked at them quizzically.
“Summer’s about over,” was his opening remark and Janet knew that he had something on his mind. She had a hunch that she could guess what the trend of the conversation was to be.
“You girls made up your minds what you want to do?”
He seemed to have his eyes fixed on Janet, as though looking to her for the decision which would guide Helen.
“First of all I want to try to do the story Billy Fenstow asked me to do,” retorted Janet. “After that I think I’ll have had enough of Hollywood.”
“Getting tired of being an actress?”
“Not at all, I’m just realizing my limitations and after all, I do want more education—the type of broadening education that I can get in a university.”
Henry Thorne swung toward his own daughter.