Hilda whirled. "Sam Rubin, what have you got under your arm?"
"A bully new play for you; fit you like a glove."
"I'm so glad! Work, work, work; something new and fresh that I can throw myself into!"
"Well, I've got it right here. What's the news?"
"He's with the convoy." Hilda caught her manager by the sleeve and drew him over to one of the front windows. "The star in the window—mine!"
"You're the finest woman in all this world!" said Rubin, soberly.
Hilda put her hand under the little silken banner and raised it to her lips.
THE END