Nearly a score of people were clustered around the chubby little director and he nodded as Janet and Helen joined the crowd. Janet nudged Helen.
“There’s Curt Newsom, the western star. I’ll bet he’s got the lead.”
“He looks nice,” replied Helen, “but older than he appears on the screen.”
A rather artificial blonde was seated at Billy Fenstow’s right, idly thumbing through the sheaf of script from which the picture would be shot.
Mr. Fenstow spoke sharply. “Attention everybody. All of you have had a chance to study the script; all of you should be familiar with the parts. We’ll make plenty of changes as we go along, but in general you know what we’re aiming at. We’ve got two weeks assigned for the shooting and that means we’ll be done in two weeks, and not three.”
He looked around at each of them, then went on.
“Curt Newsom goes into the lead as Fred Danvers and Miss Jackson will play the rôle of Ruth Blair, the girl he falls in love with.”
He ran on down the list. “The green cousins from the east who come to visit Bill will be played by Janet Hardy and Helen Thorne.”
Janet felt her heart bound. She actually had a part and it mattered little that it was an insignificant rôle.
Bertie Jackson, the blonde in the chair, turned and looked sharply at the girls, then sniffed. “I should say they would be well qualified to play such rôles.”