"I'd like to see it," said Azalea, thoughtfully.
"Oh, go with me, will you? I'm going to stay up here over the week-end,—and we could skip down to-morrow afternoon, and be back by dinner time."
"I'd love to go,—but Patty doesn't greatly approve of the 'movies.'"
"Oh, never mind that. You've a right to go, if you choose. And you needn't say where we're going, till we get back. Say we're going to take in a matinée."
"Well, I'll go," Azalea said decidedly, "for I'm crazy to see that play.
What's the girl's name?"
"Dunno. It wasn't on the bill. But, truly, Azalea, you'll be surprised to see how much like you she is!"
Azalea hesitated. She knew it was taking a great risk to go with Phil, but she was most anxious to see how she looked on the screen.
This, she knew, was the first picture released in which she had taken a part. It was only a small part, but she had done well, the manager said, and that had been the reason for her further advancement.
She had wanted to see it over at the studio, but her visits there had been so hurried, and she had been so eager to get back, she never dared take the time to see the pictures exhibited.
The two returned to the house, and Patty greeted them gaily.