The Girls of Central High on the Stage: or, The Play That Took The Prize

“I certainly do,” said the other, rising. “Your play is not like the work of a professional playwright; but a professional writer of plays can take your work and whip it into shape – And I am willing to show my confidence in its final success by risking that sum upon it to start with.”

Jess looked then at the check. It was another two hundred dollars. Jess shut her eyes tight for a moment; then she opened them again to be sure she was not dreaming.

When she opened them she really believed she saw Poverty fly out of the window!

THE END