“Is this the moving picture camp, Mister?” she returned.
“Yes,” said the manager, smiling. “Are you acquainted with somebody who works here?”
“Yes. I am Arabella Montague Fitzmaurice,” said the girl, with an air that seemed to show that she expected to be recognized when she had recited her name.
Mr. Hammond refrained from open laughter. He only said:
“Why—that is nice. I am glad to meet you, my dear. Who are you looking for?”
“I want to see my pa, of course. I guess you know who he is?”
“I am not sure that I do, my dear.”
“You don’t—Say! who are you?” demanded Bella, with some sharpness.
“I am only the manager of the company. Who is your father, child?”
“Well, of all the—— Wouldn’t that give you your nevergitovers!” exclaimed Bella, in broad amazement. “Say! I guess my pa is your leading man.”