Not one bit." "How do you know he ain't ?" She considered this, then explained brightly, "Because I wouldn't like him if he was.

No, no--now you listen here" as Baird had grinned.

"This lad believes in himself, that's all.

That's different from conceit.
You can believe a whole lot in yourself, and still be as modest as a new--hatched chicken.

That's what he reminds me of, too." The following morning Baird halted him outside the set on which he would work that day.