"But I've had to quit work on that
trick auto you wanted--the one that turns into an airship."
"Pshaw! And I needed that, too. Well, go ahead. Do the best you can,
and when you've finished I want a fake stone tower made for that
fairy picture we're going to do next week."
"All right," agreed Pop. "I'll do it."
Nothing seemed too hard for him. He responded to the most exacting
and diverse commands as easily as to the smallest. He was an
invaluable property man.
"Oh, Mr. Ardite," continued the manager to the leading juvenile, "I'm
going to change your part in that runaway drama. I'll want some
exterior scenes. One on the Brooklyn Bridge and another at the Grand
Central Terminal. Get ready to go up there. Miss Fillmore will be
here soon. She's in that with you. I'll send Charlie Blake up to film
it. Here's the "register" list--look it over," and he tossed a sheaf
of typewritten sheets to the young actor.
"I wish we could go see that taken," whispered Alice.
"You can, if you like," responded the manager, overhearing her.
"I--I'll be delighted to take you along," said Paul, coloring as he
glanced at Alice.
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