“A doctor?”
“Lands, no! He’s a heavy.”
“A what?”
“A heavy lead—and a good one. But these moving pictures knock out all the really good people. There are no chances now for him to play Shakespearean roles——”
“Your father is an actor!” cried Ruth.
“Of course. Montague Fitzmaurice. Surely you have heard the name?” said the lathlike girl, tossing her head.
“Why—why——of course!” declared Ruth warmly. It was true. She had heard the name. Bella had just pronounced it!
“Then you know what kind of an actor my pa is,” said the proud child. “He did not have a very good season last winter. He rehearsed with four companies and was only out three weeks altogether. And one of the managers did not pay at all.”
“That is too bad.”
“Yes. It’s tough,” admitted Bella. “But I liked it.”