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 hold of her. Baffled, she sought the answer to it, only to come from under another shadow triumphantly. Letcher was jealous of her. He was jealous of Bacon. Excited by this thought she smiled naïvely at Bacon (Letcher was watching her) and hurried to the dressing room in search of Eleanor.

"Eleanor," she cried. "Everything's worked out great. Bacon called me over, put me through the paces and you oughta heard him laugh at my stuff. I thought Jimmy was kiddin' me when he said how funny it was, but, gee, Bacon carried on something fierce. Got a laugh out of everybody but Deane, who was stickin' around for some reason or other, but I don't care."

Eleanor's silence was disconcerting.

"You think I'm gettin' on, don't you, dearie? Tell me the truth now, ain't I?"

"You're doing very well, Minnie—I guess. Did Bacon promise you anything definite?"

"Sure he did . . . well, that is . . . well, anyway, he let me go clear through my act without stoppin' me. Say, Eleanor," eager to change the subject, "did Letcher tell you how long we got to work today?"

"No, but I heard the head electrician say we'd be stalled this afternoon for lights. They'll need all they've got for Deane's set. He's going to start shooting his big scene today. Did you see that Roman banquet hall, Minnie?"

"Yeh, but I didn't think much of it, nothing cozy about it. Wonder why they didn't have a lot of palms in the place to dress it up like the Duke's palace we worked in today! Oh, Eleanor"

Eleanor was getting tired of the endless chatter.

"What?"

"Would you mind comin' down to those stores you told