"She's one o' them movin' picture actorines. She does stunts."
"'Stunts'?" repeated Walter, while Nan and Bess looked at each other with interest. "What sort of 'stunts,' pray?"
"Hard jobs. Risky ones, too. And that last one she went out on she got an awful cold. Whew! I been expectin' her to cough herself to pieces."
"But what did she do?" repeated the curious Walter.
"Oh, she was out in the country with the X.L.Y. Company. She was playin' a boy's part—she's as thin as I am, but tall and lanky. Makes up fine as a boy," said Inez, with some enthusiasm.
"She was supposed to be a boy helpin' some robbers. They put her through a ventilator into a sleepin' car standin' in the railroad yards. That's where she got cold," Inez added, "for she had to dress awful light so's to wiggle through the ventilator winder. It was a cold mornin', an' she came back ter town 'most dead."
"Where is she now?" asked Walter.
But it was Nan's question which brought out the most surprising response.
"Who is she?" Nan asked the little girl. "What is her name?"
"Jennie Albert. An' she's a sure 'nough movie girl, too. But she can't get good jobs because she ain't pretty."
"I declare!" exclaimed Bess, finally, after a moment of surprised silence.