“Nice hair, even features, not too heavy and not too thin, trim ankles,” he said, half to himself and half out loud.
“I’ll leave them with you, Roddy. I’ve got to see Rexler.”
“Another picture?”
Henry Thorne nodded.
“I hear they need another of your smash hits,” said the designer.
“You mean smash up or smash down?”
“Up. You never do flops.”
“But I have.”
“That was years ago when I was only a tailor. Go along now,” added Roddy. “I’ve work to do with these girls.”
He took them back into his private fitting room and called for silks and satins by the bolt.