orne leaning forward, trying to read some reaction on Billy
Fenstow's face.

When the director had finished, he looked up and smiled at Janet.

"Reads well," he commented. "Of course there are a lot of rough spots,
but we'll be able to use it."

Chapter Fourteen

CLOTHES BY RODDY

Janet felt her pulse pounding. Acceptance of the story would mean a
great deal toward swelling her college fund and she leaned forward
eagerly.

"You mean you'll accept it?" she asked.

"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.

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 mo