I hope you have better luck than two
girls from the country who were in here for a couple of days. Gray
bounced them yesterday. Who's your letter from?" added the girl,
evidently disbelieving what both Nan and Bess had said when they denied
haying any desire to pose for the screen.
"Madam, herself," said Nan, demurely. "Do you think Mr. Gray will give me
a hearing?"
"Well, I guess yes," cried the girl in costume. "Oh, do give it to him
just as he starts in laying me out, will you?"
"Anything to oblige," Nan said, smiling. "Can we go right over and
speak to him?"
"After me," whispered the girl. "Don't get into any of the 'sets,' or
you'll get a call-down, too."
They had entered an enormous room, half circular in shape, with the roof
and the "flat" side mostly glass. There were countless screens to
graduate the light, and that light was all directed toward the several
small, slightly raised stages, built in rotation along the curved wall of
the studio.
Each of these stages had its own "set" of scenery and was arranged for
scenes. On two, action of scenes was taking place while the energetic
directors were endeavoring to get out of their people the pantomimic
representation of the scenario each had in charge.
One director suddenly clapped his hands and shouted.
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