The lights in the projection room flashed up and Henry Thorne turned to the girls.
“Nice work,” he said.
“Do you really mean it, Dad?” asked Helen.
“Of course I do, honey. I think both of you handled your parts very well and Janet added a couple of top notch comedy incidents.”
“They weren’t intentional,” Janet assured him.
“Then that explains why they look so natural. Billy will be a sap if he cuts them out in the final version.”
“And I’m not a sap,” said Billy Fenstow, who had quietly joined them. “How about my next western? Think you could stand a few more weeks in my company?”
“Are you serious?” demanded Janet.
“Enough so that I’m promising you parts right now. In fact, we’ll pay you $75 a week instead of the $50 a week you got for this first picture. How does that sound?”
“Not enough,” put in Henry Thorne, “especially if the girls can give you some more comedy as good as the stuff they put into this one.”