Cora was dark like Helen, while Margie’s hair was almost as golden blonde as Janet’s, the difference being that Margie used drug store coloring, and Janet depended on the natural shade.
“Hello Cora, hello Margie. This is a surprise,” said Janet as she greeted them and Helen echoed the sentiment a minute later.
“We’ve been touring through the west. When we learned a company was shooting a picture out here we came on over. We didn’t know until we stopped in the village that it was the company you’re with.” It was Cora, her tongue as sharp as ever, making the explanation.
Margie was taking in everything and fairly gaping at the cowboys who in their picturesque garb, were lounging nearby waiting for the gong to call them to supper.
Billy Fenstow came by and Janet called to him, introducing Cora and Margie.
“Have them stay for dinner and meet the company,” said the director, who, with the film on schedule, felt particularly hospitable.
“Oh, we’d love that,” gurgled Cora. “We’ve always wanted to see a picture being taken.”
Billy Fenstow scratched his head.
“Well, we’re all through for today, but if Janet and Helen could bunk double and give you one of the beds in their room, you could stay over and see the final shooting tomorrow.”
“Why, that would be grand,” put in Margie, “and I’m sure Janet and Helen won’t mind doubling up.”