“No, Stupid! A masculine Dimples. Gable, of course.”
“So it is! Wouldn’t Sara Wheeler be thrilled if she were here? She’s wild about him.”
“I heard he was getting a divorce. If you stayed around here, Linda, and took that part, you might have a chance.”
Linda laughed.
“The last thing I’d ever want to do is marry a movie actor!”
“I guess you’re right at that,” agreed Dot, sensibly. “Their marriages don’t often take.”
The girls made their lunch last as long as they could, and when they had finished they decided to go to a movie. For although Hollywood is the town where they make pictures, they also have many gorgeous picture palaces. Both Linda and Dot felt proud to know that they were having first chance at seeing a show which their friends in Spring City probably could not view until many months later.
After the performance was over they took the bus back to Los Angeles and went straight to their room to dress elaborately for dinner. They were almost ready when the telephone on the tiny table between their beds jingled impatiently.
It was Mr. Von Goss, the director of the Apex Film Corporation, the man whom they had hoped to see instead of that unpleasant secretary.
“May I come over and see you right after dinner, Miss—er—Carlton?” he asked. “Sprague has just told me the news, and I want to learn all I can about it at once.”