And he's got the dearest white hoofs and a white sock on his left hind foot; and he doesn't snort fire and brimstone, either." She glanced anxiously at the jam of wagons and automobiles and clanging street-cars.

"I don't know, though," she amended ruefully, "I think perhaps he will, too, when he sees all this.
I really ought to have stayed with him." "You don't think Lite quite capable of taking care of him." "Oh, yes, of course he is! But I just feel that way." Dewitt shifted a little, so that he was half facing her, and could look at her without having to turn his head.

If his eyes told anything of his thoughts, the President of the Great Western Film Company was curious to know how she felt about her position and her sudden fame and the work itself.

Before they had worked their way into the next block, he decided that Jean was not greatly interested in any of these things, and he wondered why.
The machine slowed, swung to the curb, and crept forward and stopped in front of the Victoria.

Dewitt looked at Burns and Pete Lowry, who was on the front seat.
"I thought you'd like to take a glance at the lobby display the Victoria is making," he said casually.