“I have brains,” she retorted unsteadily.
“Let it go at that. But where’s your experience?”
“How can I have it unless I—I try?”
“You think acting is your vocation, sister?”
“I intend to find out.”
“You better listen to me and stick to a good home while the sticking’s good!”
“I’m going into pictures,” she said slowly. “And that’s that!”
Wearying of bad luck the fat man started to move down stream toward another pool.
The girl rose straight up on her mossy rock, joining both hands in classic appeal, quite unconscious of her dramatic attitude.
“Please—please tell me who you are and where you live!” she beseeched him.