"I didn't know the radio people were in such a hurry for the material
you were working on," she said.

"Neither did I," replied Janet, "but I guess it is all right. Let's have
dinner now and then perhaps a show. I feel tremendously relieved about
the manuscript."

They added a dab of powder and a touch of rouge to their faces and went
downstairs. Further down the block they had noticed an attractive Old
English Inn and they walked there where they enjoyed a leisurely dinner.

"What shall we do now?" asked Helen as she finished the dish of ice
cream which was their dessert.

"Shall we go back to Radio City and see the Music Hall?" asked Janet.

"I'd like nothing better. We're on our way."

They strolled along at a leisurely pace, turned into Sixth Avenue and
headed north toward the great mass of gray limestone which was Radio
City. Overhead the trains rumbled along the elevated, but Janet and
Helen had eyes only for Radio City.

Ahead of them opened the doors of the world's largest theater and with
their hearts beating faster than usual they purchased their tickets and
walked into the grand foyer, the most majestic, breath-taking enclosure
either of them had ever been in. Their feet sank into the heavy pile of
the great carpet and their eyes feasted on the beauty of the towering
bronze doors which led into the theater itself.

Then they went on into the Music Hall, which with its sixty-two hundred
seats, was the largest of the world's modern theaters. A great expanse
of space greeted their eyes, the theater sloping gently forward to the
huge stage. An orchestra, in full dress, was rising from the depths of
its pit as though lifted by the hand of some unseen giant. The orchestra
broke into a full swell of music and Janet and Helen, sinking into deep,
comfortable seats, were enraptured. Above them hidden lights changed the
color effect of the ceiling continuously. Then the overture was over and
the curtains of the stage parted and for half an hour they enjoyed a
musical entertainment based on Coney Island, the famed fun center of the
city. After that came the feature picture, and they enjoyed every moment
of the nearly three hours of entertainment.

When it was over they walked out slowly, for the Music Hall was one
great part of Radio City. Tomorrow, across the street and up on the
twenty-seventh floor, they would be in another but very vital part of
Radio City, in the broadcasting studios of the World Broadcas