30/50 We'll put on a fox-trot in the next picture that will sure hog the footage." As this dialogue progressed, Merton had felt more and more like a child in the presence of grave and knowing elders. They had seemed to forget him, to forget that the amazing contract just signed bore his name. Her face, he noted, when she had stated terms to Baird, was the face she wore when risking a small bet at poker on a high hand. But he knew how he was going to make her feel younger. |