“That has worried me just a little,” Ruth confessed. “A woman director is at a disadvantage with a man because the men in the company always seem to go on the assumption that she’s no good until she proves the contrary. There are good woman directors in the moving picture business——”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the proof is right before your eyes,” murmured Helen with a mischievous glance at Ruth.
“But they have always had to work twice as hard to prove their ability as a man in the same position,” finished Ruth.
“All the more credit to the woman when she gets there, then,” said Helen.
Ruth smiled.
“But that doesn’t make the fight any the easier,” she pointed out.
Tom was about to reassure her on this point when there was a knock on the door. It was the porter to announce that they were just slowing into Seattle and to get their suitcases.
Chess gave a whoop of joy and grabbed up his hat.
“All ashore that’s going ashore,” he chortled, dropping the hat long enough to put Helen’s on her head hindside before, at which the young lady was tremendously indignant. “Follow me, ladies and gentlemen, and I will show you the sights of this famous seaport——”
“Oh, Chess, do hush!” cried Helen, as they joined the tide of humanity sweeping down the aisles. “Every one is looking at you.”