"Make the cast for me, pick out the sets and rig the props. But first I must have six beautiful girls. It is going to be an all-star cast and I want each of them as beautiful as she can be, yet distinctive, so the audience can tell which is which."
So Gud made six girls, all as beautiful as they could be, and yet all as different as wives are from concubines.
"Fine," exclaimed the director, as he pawed them over affectionately.
"I love you," said the girl with the Cupid's bow mouth.
"I loved him first," spoke the girl with the sorrowful eyes.
"But I love him most," cried the girl with the angel-child curls.
"But I love him like the flower loves the dew," wailed the girl with the human form divine.
"But I love him so that I could die for him," sobbed the girl with the very tender heart.
"Then die," shrieked the old-fashioned vampire, as she plunged a dagger into the very tender heart.
All the girls brought orange blossoms and laid them on the coffin and wept much in each other's arms, and the director renounced his professional ambitions and went back to his old job as market reporter on an undertaker's weekly.