Janet’s father insisted on buying the tickets for the party and they had excellent seats well down in the front of the theater. Janet thought she saw Pete Benda slide into a seat ahead of them, but she couldn’t be sure.
The regular feature came to an end and the western, which had been added, flashed on the screen. Janet felt her pulse quicken as the title and the cast of characters, with her own name under Curt Newsom’s. The action started and she glanced at her father and mother. They were completely absorbed in the picture.
Janet enjoyed it thoroughly. After all, it was a pretty good picture for a western and the clothes Roddy had designed for Helen and her added just the right touch of smartness.
The action came to a driving climax and then the picture was over and people around them started to leave. As they walked down the aisle Pete Benda joined them.
“Congratulations, girls. That was a nice show. Say, where were Cora and Margie?”
“Didn’t you see them?” asked Helen naively.
“Don’t kid me,” growled Pete. “Where were they?”
“If you had been looking closely at the crowd in one of the scenes in the town you would have seen them,” smiled Helen. “Better come tomorrow night and look again.”
“Maybe I will,” admitted Pete, “but if I do it will be to look at Janet and you. Say, what’s this I hear about you going on to Radio City?”
“That’s something that will keep,” said Helen. “See you later.”