“That’s the fight, Janet,” said Henry Thorne.
“When do we go on to Radio City?” asked Helen.
“You’ll have only a couple of days at home. Then you’ll have to go on to New York.”
“How long will we be there?” Janet wanted to know.
“I’m not sure. At least ten days; perhaps more.”
“Which means we’ll have to hurry back home and start in to school as soon as our work at Radio City is over,” put in Helen. “I wonder how it will seem to be before a microphone?”
“Not any worse than before a camera,” said Janet.
They talked on at length of plans for their college days and although it was late when they went to bed, Janet was up early and working at her typewriter. The final two chapters of her story unrolled easily and rapidly and at eleven o’clock she leaned back in her chair. The job was done.
Helen had gone on to the studio to talk with Roddy and Janet was to join her after lunch. Janet stood up and stretched. Her back ached from the strain of bending over her typewriter and she went into the house and changed into her trim swimming suit. Fifteen minutes in the pool washed away the aches and when she emerged she felt greatly refreshed.
Janet dressed carefully for she wanted to look well when she talked to Roddy. Mrs. Thorne was the only other one at home for lunch and they enjoyed a pleasant meal.