my poor little twenty-five dollars to it. We want
hundreds--_thousands_! Don't you understand, Helen, that my check would
only be a drop in the bucket? And, anyway, I would come near to starving
before I would use this check."

"We--ell! I don't know that I blame you," sighed her friend. "I'd be as
pleased as Punch if it were mine. Just think of your writing a real moving
picture!" she repeated. "Won't the girls be surprised? And suppose it
comes to Lumberton and we can all go and see it? You _will_ be famous,
Ruth."

"I don't know about that, dear," Ruth returned happily. "There is
something about it all that you don't see yet."

"What's that?"

"This success of mine, I tell you, has given me a great, big idea."

"About what?"

"For the dormitory fund," Ruth said. "Mercy is right. Great oaks _do_ grow
from little acorns."

"Who's denying it?" demanded Helen. "Go on."

"Out of this little idea of mine which I have sold to Mr. Hammond, comes a
thought, dear," said Ruth, solemnly, "that may get us all the money we
need to rebuild the West Dormitory."

"I--don't--just--see----"

"But you will," cried Ruth. "Let me explain. If I can write a one-reel
picture play, why not a long one--a real play--a five-reel drama? I have
just the idea for it--oh, a grand idea!"

"Oh, Ruth!" murmured Helen, clasping her hands.

"I will write the play, we will all act in it, and Mr. Hammond shall
produce it. It can be shown around in every city and town from which we
girls come--our home towns, you know. Folks will want to see us Briarwood
girls acting for the movies--won't they?"

"I should say they would! Fancy our doing that?"

"We can do it. Of course we can! And we'll get a royalty from the film and
that will all go into the dormitory fund," went on the enthusiastic Ruth.

"Oh, my dear!" gasped Helen. "Would Mr. Hammond take such a play if you
wrote it?"

"Of course I don't know. If not he, then some other producer. I _know_ I
have a novel idea," asserted Ruth.

"What is it?" asked the curious Helen.

"A schoolgirl picture, just as I say. Of course, there will have to be
some _real_ actors in it; we girls couldn't be funny enough, or serious
enough, perhaps, to take the most important parts. We could act out some
real scenes of boarding school life, just the same."

"I should say we could!" cried Helen. "Who better? Stage one of our old
midnight sprees, and show Heavy gobbling everything in sight. That would
make