"Rotten," he said, glancing through it.
"Why?" she asked sharply.
"Wrong spacing. A script plays a minute to the page if typed right. How could anyone tell how long this would play?" He held it up between two fingers, contemptuously.
"Give me a sample act for a guide and I'll do it over for nothing."
He hesitated. "Too many novices in this profession already," he grumbled.
"My time's up," said she, reaching for her work. "If you don't want to pay me for it, I'll take it back."
He laid his hand on it.
"Come, come," said she, impatiently.
"Oh, keep your shirt on while I think it over," he answered. "All right, do it over again and do it right," he sighed plaintively, "and space it this way. Speeches solid. Drop two for character's name. Capitalize them—caps, understand?—with red underlines. Also red underline the business, so."
He demonstrated with a spoiled page from the waste basket.