"Touch of fever again?"
"Nothing but since we left Jinja. I wish I was back in Hollywood; but I won't ever see Hollywood again. I'm going to die here."
"Aw, shucks! You're just blue. You'll be all right."
"She had a dream last night," said the other girl. "Naomi believes in dreams."
"Shut up," snapped Miss Madison.
"You seem to keep pretty fit, Rhonda," remarked Baine.
Rhonda Terry nodded. "I guess I'm just lucky."
"You'd better touch wood," advised the Madison; then she added, "Rhonda's physical, purely physical. No one knows what we artistes suffer, with our high-strung, complex, nervous organizations."
"Better be a happy cow than a miserable artiste," laughed Rhonda.
"Besides that, Rhonda gets all the breaks," complained Naomi. "Yesterday they shoot the first scene in which I appear, and where was I? Flat on my back with an attack of fever, and Rhonda has to double for me—even in the close-ups."