“Wonderful!” Miss LeMar leaped to her feet.
“I shall have to see a great deal of you in the next few days,” Jeanne insisted. “I must copy your character.”
“See me all you like, so long as I can get off on that yacht cruise. Good-night. I’ll be seeing you.” The great movie star, Lorena LeMar, was away, leaving in her wake surprise, anticipation, eager hope and blank despair.
“Why did I say ‘yes’?” Jeanne murmured at last. “Who in the world could ever do that?”
“Only one person,” Florence smiled. “And her name is Petite Jeanne.”
But could she?
CHAPTER IX
“HAUNTS”
“Does she mean that you can really act in the movies?” Jensie Crider’s eyes were big with wonder as she ventured this question. They were still seated by the fire.
“She undoubtedly thinks that.” Springing to her feet, the little French girl walked the length of the long room and back again.
“But it is too bad it is not to be a real picture.” There was genuine sadness in the little mountain girl’s tone. “I’ve seen some mountain pictures. They are so, so terrible! And they could be so beautiful!