wood with us?" whispered
Helen.

"That's up to you," replied Janet, "for they would have to be
entertained in your home."

"Well, what do you honestly think?"

Janet didn't answer at once, but as they reached the bus, she said, "I
think I've had about all of the insinuations I can stand from either one
of them."

Helen smiled. "That's a help, for I feel the same way." She turned
toward the other girls, who were putting their baggage in their car.

"We may see you in Clarion before college starts this fall," she said.

"Thanks for all your help," flipped Cora, seating herself behind the
wheel. "I'm sure we'll enjoy ourselves in Hollywood. We may run into you
someplace."

She threw in the gears and the car lurched away along the dusty road
that wound through the hills to the main highway some miles away.

"Wasn't she nice and cordial?" smiled Helen as she turned back to Janet.

"Cora hasn't changed a bit and I don't suppose she will. What fun she
could have if she'd only be a little less selfish," said Janet.

Chapter Four

HIGH PRAISE

By the time everything was loaded into the bus, the sun was well down
toward the western hills and the ranch was bathed in the soft, warm
light of the late afternoon.

Curt Newsom, who had finished superintending the loading of his own
horses into his private truck, walked over to join the girls, his spurs
jingling as he walked.

"Glad it's all over?" he asked.

Janet shook her head.

"Hardly. I've enjoyed it so much I really didn't want it to end, but I
guess that all good things come to an end."

"You did a splendid job as leading woman," smiled Curt. "I wish all of
them were like you. Every once in a while the girls they assign to this
unit get it into their heads that they are real actresses and they go
temperamental on us. But you two worked like real troupers and took all
of the bumps as they came."

"And they came, too," grinned Helen, rubbing her right leg, for she had
slipped and fallen from a horse two days before and her leg was black
and blue.

Curt was silent for a few moments, smiling at the efforts of "Skeets" to
round up the last members of the company and get them aboard the big
bus.

"Are you going to stay with us?" he asked.

"We don't know," replied Helen. "Fall's almost here and that means
college time. We're both awfully young to stay on in pictures."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I've known girls younger than either one of
you to m