That's all now.

Oh, yes, and can you leave these stills with me?
Our publicity man may want to use them later." "All right, Mr.Baird, I'll do just what you say, and of course you can keep the stills as long as I got an engagement with you, and I'm very glad you're trying to do something really worth while." "Thanks," said Baird, averting his face.
The girl followed him into the hall.

"Great work, boy, and take it from me, you'll go over.

Say, honest now, I'm glad clear down into my boots." She had both his hands again, and he could see that her eyes were moist.
She seemed to be an impressionable little thing, hysterical one minute while looking at a bunch of good stills, and sort of weepy the next.

But he was beginning to like her, in spite of her funny talk and free ways.
"And say," she called after him when he had reached the top of the stairs, "you know you haven't had much experience yet with a bunch of hard-boiled troupers; many a one will be jealous of you the minute you begin to climb, and maybe they'll get fresh and try to kid you, see?
But don't you mind it--give it right back to them.