to Janet.

She took it mechanically and turned it over. Then looked at the name on
the face of the check. It was payable to Janet Hardy.

"Thanks so much, Mr. Fenstow. It's very satisfactory."

"Too bad you won't stay on. I'd give you the lead," he urged.

"I'm sorry, but I've made up my mind. Perhaps when college days are
over, I'll come back and apply for a job."

"You'll get one if I'm still on the lot grinding out westerns," he
promised.

Janet left the little office and walked across the sprawling motion
picture plant. It was probably her last visit for the hours left before
their departure would be filled with thoughts of packing. It was a dull
time at the studio, with only one or two pictures in production, but
with the coming weeks every sound stage would be humming with activity
as new celluloid dramas were rushed to completion for the entertainment
of millions of movie fans. Janet knew that she would not be a part of
it, but there was a tremendous satisfaction in recalling the experiences
of the past weeks and looking forward to the new ones that were bound to
come at Radio City.

Chapter Fifteen

HOMEWARD BOUND

Hours filled with packing and last minute details took their time up
almost until the actual hour of the departure of their plane. They
finished finally at midnight and they were to take the four o'clock
eastbound plane for the midwest. New schedules had been inaugurated
since they had come west and they would be home in time for dinner that
night.

Helen's mother came in.

"You girls must get some sleep, or you'll look pretty much worn out when
you reach Clarion."

"I'm too excited to sleep," confessed Janet.

"Then let's take a swim in the pool. That ought to relax us," urged
Helen.

They slipped into their suits and for nearly half an hour enjoyed the
pool. The moon was well up in the cloudless sky and it was an ideal
night. Neither girl said very much, just floated on the pool, wondering
what the coming weeks would have in store for them.

When they finally emerged from the water they were ready to call it a
day and they were sound asleep by one o'clock.

Mrs. Thorne called them at three. It was still dark, but a hot breakfast
was ready for them in the dining room. Even up to the last minute it
seemed as though there were a host of things to do and they took a final
survey of the house before they closed their bags. Two cabs were
waiting; one for them and the other to