“I’ll speak to Mr. Fenstow in the morning,” she promised. “If he’s in a good mood he may find a spot for you, but if he’s grouchy he’ll probably order you away from the place.”
“How do you know when he’s grouchy?” asked Margie.
“You don’t until after you’ve asked him,” replied Janet, with a thin smile.
Cora and Margie exhibited a tremendous curiosity, asking questions about everything and from almost everyone, Cora especially plaguing Curt Newsom, until the tall cowboy star finally found an excuse to escape from her constant barrage.
It was late when they went to bed and Janet and Helen, sleeping in a narrow, single bed, did not rest well. They were awake at dawn, both of them feeling tired and worn.
Cora and Margie, imbued with the excitement of actually being with a movie company, appeared as vivacious as ever.
At breakfast Billy Fenstow outlined plans for the final day’s shooting.
“We’ve got one more scene to take in the village,” he explained. “It’s a shot of a group of townspeople watching the arrival of Curt and the rustlers he has captured.”
Impetuous Cora Dean broke in.
“May Margie and I get in the crowd scene?” she asked eagerly.