Many of the women were young or youngish, and of rare beauty, so Merton Gill thought.

Others were elderly or old, and a few would be accompanied by children, often so young that they must be held on laps.
They, too, waited with round eyes and in perfect decorum for a chance to act.

Sometimes the little window would be pushed open and a woman beckoned from the bench.

Some of them greeted the casting director as an old friend and were still gay when told that there was nothing to-day.
Others seemed to dread being told this, and would wait on without daring an inquiry.

Sometimes there would be a little flurry of actual business.
Four society women would be needed for a bridge table at 8:30 the next morning on Stage Number Five.