The cameramen were still clustered at the gate and instead of looking for the arrival of another plane, seemed to be watching them as they advanced.
“Hi, Mr. Thorne,” greeted one of them, a chunky little fellow half hidden behind a huge camera. “Have a nice trip?”
“Fine, Joey. Couldn’t have been better.”
“Get any fish?” another one called.
“You guess,” smiled Helen’s father.
“That’s far enough,” said the photographer called Joey. “Just line up with the girls in the middle. What’s the idea trying to sneak in on us like this?”
“What do you mean?” parried Mr. Thorne.
“The Ace publicity office just tipped us off that you were coming in this noon with a couple of girls from the midwest and that you think they’re a couple of great film possibilities. I don’t call that playing very fair with us.”
“So the office phoned and said I was bringing in a couple of new stars?”
“That’s right. Now girls, smile a little. We won’t bite even if the cameras do look big.”