"Oh, pardon me!" she added hastily and fled back to the managerial sanctum.
"That's funny!" muttered Flo, half to herself.
"Yes," he said, laughing, "my cards are charged with electricity, and they're bound to galvanize anyone in this establishment.

Come in, Miss Flo," he added, as Goldstein rushed out of his office to greet the boy effusively; "your business takes precedence to mine, you know." The manager ushered them into his office, a big room with a busy aspect.
At one end were two or three girls industriously thumping typewriters; McNeil, the producer, was sorting manuscript on Goldstein's own desk; a young man who served as the manager's private secretary was poring over a voluminous record-book, wherein were listed all the films ever made by the manufacturers of the world.

On a sofa in a far corner reclined the injured "star" of the company, Maud Stanton, who--being half asleep at the moment--did not notice the entrance of her sister and young Jones.
"Sit down, Mr.Jones; pray sit down!" exclaimed Goldstein eagerly, pointing to his own chair.

"Would you like me to clear the room, so that our conversation may be private ?" "Not yet," replied the boy, refusing the seat of honor and taking a vacant chair.

"Miss Stanton has precedence, and I believe she wishes to speak with you." Goldstein took his seat at the desk and cast an inquiring glance at Flo.
"Well ?" he demanded, impatiently.
"Mr.Werner has ordered me to do the airship stunt for his picture, because Nance Holden isn't here to-day," began the girl.
"Well, why annoy me with such trifles?
Werner knows what he wants, and you'll do as well as the Holden girl." "But I don't want to tumble out of that airship," she protested.
"There's no danger.