Mrs. Thorne spoke first.
“I’m sure we can, Henry. But we’ll almost need a truck to take back all of the things we’ve accumulated.”
“I’ll have some professional packers come out and make whatever boxes are needed,” her husband assured her.
“But we’ve got to get clothes,” wailed Helen. “We want to wear Hollywood styles when we go to college.”
Her father bit the end of his cigar and looked at it thoughtfully.
“Why don’t you call on Roddy?”
“But he wouldn’t do clothes for us; we couldn’t afford it,” said Helen.
“He might do it for you as a special favor to me,” grinned her father. “As a matter of fact, I think he mentioned something about it the other day. Wanted to know when you were leaving and said he might be able to do something for you.”
“We’ll see him the first thing in the morning,” said Helen.
“I won’t,” spoke up Janet. “I’ve got to finish the story whether I have clothes made by Roddy or not.”