"I guess they won't demand verse from us in this play," giggled Jess. "And that is most atrocious, Bobby."
"Think so?" returned her friend, her eyes twinkling. "And you'll do a whole lot better when it comes to writing your own play, I s'pose?"
"It won't be in verse—blank, or otherwise," admitted Jess.
"You really are going to try for it?"
"Why, Bobby, I'd love to win that two hundred dollars. I don't suppose I can. All the girls will try, I expect, and Laura, or Nell Agnew, will get it. But I want that two hundred dollars worse than I ever wanted anything in my life!"
She spoke so earnestly that Bobby was impressed. The latter glanced at her sidewise and a shrewd little smile hovered about her lips for a moment, which Jess did not observe.
"Where are you bound for, Jess?" she asked abruptly.
"Marketing."
"You trade at Heuffler's market, don't you? That's right around the corner from father's store. Why don't you ever patronize our place for groceries. I'm drumming up trade." said Bobby, grinning.
