Mr.
Thorne's new picture, 'Kings of the Air.' You know, we had minor roles
in it and some members of the cast are being sent east to take part in
this promotion work. I think it will be great fun."

"But how about college?" her father wanted to know.

"That's one of the things I'll have to see about while I'm home this
time. Maybe you would drive Helen and me over to Corn Belt U. some time
tomorrow or the next day so we could see about registration? We'll have
to arrange to enter classes late."

"We can go tomorrow," nodded her father. "I've arranged to spend most of
the rest of the week at home. Mother and I want to hear _all_ about
Hollywood."

"I didn't see it all," smiled Janet. "But it's a grand place, at least
in which to spend one summer."

The Thornes arrived promptly at the dinner hour and they visited at
length over a leisurely meal. At eight o'clock Henry Thorne glanced at
his watch.

"The manager of the Pastime telephoned just before dinner to say that he
had received a print of 'Water Hole,' a new western, and would add it to
his regular program tonight. Think you'd like to go?"

"Why, Janet, isn't that the picture you and Helen were in?" asked her
mother.

Janet nodded and turned to Henry Thorne, who was smiling.

"I believe you had that print of the film shipped east on the plane with
us," she accused.

"What of it?" he parried.

"Of course we'll go," said Janet's mother. "We'll leave the dishes right
on the table. It isn't every day that I get such an opportunity."

Helen slipped away from the table and Janet could hear her at the phone
calling for Pete Benda, the city editor of the _Times_.

"Pete? This is Helen Thorne. Yes, I'm back in town. Drop in at the
Pastime this evening if you'd like to see the parts that Cora Dean and
Margie Blake took in that western picture they wrote you about. No,
never mind a story about us now. We've had plenty of publicity."

Helen hung up the receiver and turned to face Janet.

"Do you think that was nice?" asked Janet, but there was an upward twist
of her lips.

"Maybe it wasn't exactly nice, but it was a lot of fun," conceded Helen.

There was just a tang of fall in the air and they slipped on light
jackets, deciding to walk to the theater, which was less than half a
dozen blocks away.

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 Bend