"Boy, boy, page Mr.Henshaw." Mr.Henshaw remained oblivious.
"Oh, well, of course I might have expected you wouldn't have time to listen to my poor little plot.

Of course I know it's crude, but it did seem to me that something might be made out of it." She resumed her food.

Mr.Henshaw's companion here winked at her and was seen to be shaking with emotion.

Merton Gill could not believe it to be laughter, for he had seen nothing to laugh at.

A busy man had been bothered by a silly girl who thought she had the plot for a photodrama, and even he, Merton Gill, could have told her that her plot was impossibly wild and inconsequent.