“I’m sorry,” she half apologised to Jeanne. “It’s all I can spare just now.”
“Oh, it—it’s all right.” One could see plainly enough that Jeanne was not thinking of the money at all, but of the strange circumstances that had brought this unusual opportunity to her door.
“To be some one else for two whole weeks,” she was saying to herself. “To forget that Petite Jeanne lives at all. To act in the movies when one has never crossed a movie lot before. It seems quite impossible. And yet—”
“It sounds like a beautiful story,” she murmured after a time.
“It is beautiful!” Jensie exclaimed. “But they could make it so much more beautiful if they only knew.”
“Knew what?” Miss LeMar opened her eyes wide.
“Knew the mountains.”
“But that—” The movie star’s voice was low, almost sad. There was about the little mountain girl an all but irresistible appeal. “That does not matter. It’s only an exhibition. It’ll never go on the screen.”
“It could be made very beautiful,” Jeanne repeated musingly. Then suddenly a new light sprang into her eyes.
“All right, I’ll do it!”