Here, indeed, was the blight of Broadway.
"All right, first rate!" called Henshaw.

"Now get this bunch down here." The camera was pushed on.
"Gee, that was luck!" said the girl.

"Of course it'll be cut to a flash, but I bet we stand out, at that." She was excited now, no longer needing to act.
From the table back of Merton came the voice of the Montague girl: "Yes, one must suffer for one's art.

Here I got to be a baby-vamp when I'd rather be simple little Madelon, beloved by all in the village." He restrained an impulse to look around at her.

She was not serious and should not be encouraged.