pleasant consciousness
of Merton's existence. But the Montague girl noticeably monopolized him
when a better acquaintance with the beauties might have come about. She
rather brazenly seemed to be guarding him. She was always there.
This very apparent solicitude of hers left him feeling pleasantly
important, despite the social contacts it doubtless deprived him of. He
wondered if the Montague girl could be jealous, and cautiously one day,
as they lolled in the motor car, he sounded her.
"Those girls in the hotel scenes--I suppose they're all nice girls of
good family?" he casually observed.
"Huh?" demanded Miss Montague, engaged with a pencil at the moment in
editing her left eyebrow. "Oh, that bunch? Sure, they all come from
good old Southern families--Virginia and Indiana and those places." She
tightened her lips before the little mirror she held and renewed their
scarlet. Then she spoke more seriously. "Sure, Kid, those girls are all
right enough. They work like dogs and do the best they can when they
ain't got jobs. I'm strong for 'em. But then, I'm a wise old trouper. I
understand things. You don't. You're the real country wild rose of this
piece. It's a good thing you got me to ride herd on you. You're far too
innocent to be turned loose on a comedy lot.
"Listen, boy--" She turned a sober face to him--"the straight lots are
fairly decent, but get this: a comedy lot is the toughest place this
side of the bad one. Any comedy lot."
"But this isn't a comedy lot. Mr. Baird isn't doing comedies any more,
and these people all seem to be nice people. Of course some of the
ladies smoke cigarettes--"
The girl had averted her face briefly, but now turned to him again. "Of
course that's so; Jeff is trying for the better things; but he's still
using lots of his old people. They're all right for me, but not for
you. You wouldn't last long if mother here didn't look out for you. I'm
playing your dear little sister, but I'm playing your mother, too. If
it hadn't been for me this bunch would have taught you a lot of things
you'd better learn some other way. Just for one thing, long before this
you'd probably been hopping up your reindeers and driving all over in a
Chinese sleigh."
He tried to make something of this, but found the words meaningless.
They merely suggested to him a snowy winter scene of Santa Claus and his
innocent equipage. But he would intimate that he understood.
"Oh, I guess not," he said knowing
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