Yes, I have nine motor cars, and I just bought a lace tablecloth for twelve hundred bones--" She broke off inconsequently, poor victim of her constitutional frivolity.

The director grinned after her as she danced away, though Merton Gill had considered her levity in the worst of taste.

Then her eye caught him as he stood modestly back of the working electricians and she danced forward again in his direction.

He would have liked to evade her but saw that he could not do this gracefully.
She greeted him with an impudent grin.

"Why, hello, trouper! As I live, the actin' Kid!" She held out a hand to him and he could not well refuse it.