I feel that I could have done that bit a lot better.

I felt kind of guilty." "You did it perfectly," Baird assured him.
"Kid, you're a wonder," declared the Montague girl.

"I'm that tickled with you I could give you a good hug," and with that curious approach to hysteria she had shown while looking at his stills, she for a moment frantically clasped him to her.

He was somewhat embarrassed by this excess, but pardoned it in the reflection that he had indeed given the best that was in him.

"Bring all your Western stuff to the dressing room tomorrow," said Baird.
Western stuff--the real thing at last! He was slightly amazed later to observe the old mother outside the set.