“If your final chapters are as good as these, we’ll take it,” replied Mr. Fenstow. “Of course we won’t be able to pay a whole lot since the studio staff will have to whip it into shape, but we’ll make it worth your while.”
“How much do you think it will be?” this was from Helen, whose interest in the sale of the story was almost as great as Janet’s.
Billy Fenstow mopped his forehead.
“That will be up to Mr. Rexler. I’d say that it wouldn’t be more than a thousand dollars.”
“Really!” gasped Janet, who had visions of her college fund mounting in one great jump.
“Well, maybe not that much, but I’ll get all I can for you. Now you finish it up as rapidly as possible.”
“It will be ready tomorrow noon,” promised Janet.
Billy Fenstow left a short time later and after he had gone, Henry Thorne spoke to them about the journey back to Clarion.
“Now that Janet is practically assured the sale of her story, we’d better make our plans. Can you be ready to start home next Monday?”
The girls looked blankly at each other. Of course they had known that their stay in Hollywood was near an end, but to put the date so soon was something of a shock.