"That nasty stuff!" gasped Bess, in Nan's ear. "I wouldn't want to put it
on my face."
Right then and there Bess lost all her desire for posing for the
moving picture screen. Nan paid little attention to her, but ran after
the girl who was hurrying through the passage toward the rear of the
great building.
"Oh, wait, please!" cried Nan. "I want to find Mr. Gray--and I know he
can't be in that dressing-room."
"Gray? I should say not," and the girl in costume laughed. Then she saw
the letter in Nan's hand. "Is that for Gray?"
"Yes," Nan replied.
"Come along then. I expect he's been waiting for me for half an hour
now--and believe me, he's just as kind and considerate as a wild bull
when we keep him waiting. I overslept this morning."
It was then after ten o'clock, and Nan wondered how one could
"oversleep" so late.
"I'm only glad Madam isn't going to be here this morning. By the way,"
the girl added, curiously, "who's your letter from? You and your friend
trying to break into the movies?"
"My goodness, no!" gasped Nan. "I have no desire to act--and I'm sure I
have no ability."
"It might be fun," Bess said doubtfully. "But do you all have to paint up
so awfully?"
"Yes. That's so we will look right on the screen. Here! that's Gray--the
bald-headed man in the brown suit.
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