SHOOTING ON LOCATION
Janet stared hard at the chubby director. It was hard to believe that Billy Fenstow would joke with her now. That would be too cruel.
“Don’t you believe me, Janet?” he asked.
“It can’t be possible,” she murmured. “Why, I’m an unknown. You wouldn’t put me into the leading rôle.”
Just then Curt Newsom, the western star arrived.
“How’s the new leading lady?” he asked.
“I—I don’t know,” gasped Janet. “I’m not sure. Everything seems to be in kind of a whirl. I guess I’ll sit down.”
Janet dropped into a nearby chair, oblivious of the fact that it was the cherished property of the director.
“It’s grand, Janet, simply grand,” exclaimed Helen. “My, but I’m proud of you.”