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"He does, he does, he certainly does if he don't look like a No. 9 company of Parmalee I'll eat that film. Say, Flips, you did find something." "Oh, I knew it; didn't I tell you so?" "But, listen does he know he's funny?" "Not in a thousand years! He doesn't know anything's funny, near as I can make him." They were out in the light again, walking slowly back to the Buckeye offices.
Next he sprang over the fence into the field, found that the nail was too firmly wedged to be drawn from the horse's hoof with either fingers or a wagon wrench, and returned to the road again. "Now, may I ask where you live?" he said, dusting himself off with vigorous flips of a large Yale blue silk handkerchief.
The stage name had been bothersome. "It ain't as if you had a name like mine," the girl went on. "I simply had to have help." He wondered what her own name was. He had never heard her called anything but the absurd and undignified "Flips." She caught the question he had looked.
They're brittle, that's why; but you take a soft lookin' girl like Kate, maybe she ain't a diamond point to cut glass, but she's tempered steel that'll bend, and bend, and bend, and then when you wait for it to break it flips up and knocks you down. That's Kate." Lee Haines rolled a cigarette in silence.
"Eh?" says I. "Is it a woman-eatin' mouse, or did you grab a hatpin by the business end?" "Silly!" says she. "Look what I ran across, Torchy." And she flips an engraved card at me. I picks it on the fly, reads the neat script on it, and then hunches my shoulders. "Well, well!" says I. "At home after September 15, 309 West Hundred and Umpty Umpt street. How interestin'! But who is this Mr. and Mrs.
He wore a rose in his button-hole; he gave the French salutation two flips of the hand in front of the face; he called Paris Pairree in ordinary English conversation; he carried envelopes bearing foreign postmarks protruding from his breast-pocket; he cultivated a moustache and imperial, and did what else he could to suggest to the beholder his pet fancy that he resembled Louis Napoleon and in a spirit of thankfulness which is entirely unaccountable, considering the slim foundation there was for it, he praised his Maker that he was as he was, and went on enjoying his little life just the same as if he really had been deliberately designed and erected by the great Architect of the Universe.
She fell at once to her food. The men at the next table glanced at her, the director without cordiality; but the other man smiled upon her cheerfully. "Hello, Flips! How's the girl?" "Everything's jake with me, Governor. How's things over at your shop?" "So, so. I see you're working." "Only for two days. I'm just atmosphere in this piece. I got some real stuff coming along pretty soon for Baxter.
I'm about the only girl that's been doing it, and that's out with me hereafter, I guess, the way I seem to be making good with Jeff. Maybe after this I won't have to do stunts, except of course some riding stuff, prob'ly, or a row of flips or something light. Anything heavy comes up me for a double of my own." She glanced sidewise at her listener.
Again she searched his eyes and spoke in a lower tone: "Well, all right but you needn't blush about it, Kid." The blush she detected became more flagrant. "Well, I you see " he began again, but he was saved from being explicit by the call of an assistant director. "Miss Montague. Miss Montague where's that Flips girl on the set, please." She skipped lightly from him.
Now, all set." Merton Gill was about to leave this distressing scene but was held in spite of himself by the voice of a newcomer. "Hello, Jeff! Atta boy!" He knew without turning that the Montague girl was again at his elbow. He wondered if she could be following him. "Hello, Flips! How's the kid?" The producer had turned cordially to her. "Just in time for the breakaway stuff.
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