rning," said Helen.

"I won't," spoke up Janet. "I've got to finish the story whether I have
clothes made by Roddy or not."

"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.

Janet picked up the finished manuscript and took it with her to the
studio. She left it at Billy Fenstow's office and went on to the
building where Roddy had his office and where the wizard of design
created the gorgeous fashions that were worn by the stars in the big
productions at the Ace studio.

Helen was in Roddy's own fitting room and Janet joined her there. Roddy
appeared in a few minutes and after greeting her warmly, set about the
task of providing her with a new outfit.

"Tell me just what you want," he smiled.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm going to college," said Janet.

"Then let me decide," he begged and Janet agreed.

The next hours passed in a swirl of fittings and cloth which was draped
this way and that around them, and when they were through neither girl
knew exactly what had happened.

"That's all," said the little designer. "I'll send them to your home. It
will be a week before they're ready."

"Thanks so much," said the girls as Roddy waved them out of the of