“But how will we ever pay for them? The materials alone will be more than we can afford.”
“Let’s not worry about that. I have a hunch that there will never be a bill for them.”
They met Helen’s father near the studio entrance and they all drove home together.
“I’ve had a long talk with the general manager,” he said. “You’ve got to be in Radio City in about ten days.”
“That won’t mean much time at home,” said Janet.
“Nor much to get to Corn Belt U. and get our late registrations fixed up,” added Helen.
“Don’t worry about that. All those details can be taken care of,” said her father. “Just plan to have a good time in Radio City when you get there.”
Both girls knew that they would enjoy their broadcasting experience in New York to the utmost. There might be a little fear of the microphone but they knew that facing a camera couldn’t be any harder than one of the silent “Mikes.”
At dinner that night they told of their hours with Roddy and speculated again at the creations which his fertile mind would turn out for them.
“No use to try and guess,” warned Helen’s father. “You never can predict what Roddy will do.”