The little girl during this introduction was beaming impartially on both. It was the sweet smile of trusting youth.
“I was there too, Bobby,” she added. “I’m not a Catholic, but it was just lovely. My name is Pearl Wright. I’m in the movies, too.”
“We’ve come to see you and Peggy,” smiled Francis.
“Yes,” added Pearl. “We’ve heard a lot about you; and it was very nice of Mr. Compton to get us in.”
Then Peggy came over, and a fellowship was there and then formed between the four juvenile stars, which, in the retrospect, will take on all the glory of romance.
At about eleven o’clock Peggy and Bobby had completed their work. So far as they were concerned the picture was done. Then it was that Compton called the four children aside.
“Say, Mr. Compton,” said Francis, “those two sure know how to act. It beats anything I ever saw.”
“That’s what I think,” Pearl put in. “I could just look at Peggy and Bobby all day and all night.”
“You don’t know, children, how glad I am to see you get on so well together.”
“We’re friends, you see,” smiled Pearl.