I want 'em to forget that
I _am_ fat."
"Do you know, Miss Grayling," said Bane, recounting this to Louise,
"_that_ is art. Gusty has the right idea. Many a floweret is born to
blush unseen, the poet says. But can it be we have found in Gusty
Durgin a screen artist in embryo?"
Louise was interested enough to go to the beach early to watch Gusty in
a moving picture part.
"A real sad piece 'tis, too," the waitress confided to Louise. "I got
to make up like a mother--old, you know, and real wrinkled. And when
my daughter (she's Miss Noyes) is driv' away from home by her father
because she's done wrong, I got to take on like kildee 'bout it. It's
awful touchin'. I jest cried about it ha'f the night when this Mr.
Anscomb told me what I'd have to do in the picture.
"Land sakes! I can cry re'l tears with the best of 'em--you see if I
can't, Miss Grayling. You ought to be a movie actress yourself. It
don't seem just right that you ain't."
"But I fear I could not weep real tears," Louise said.
"No. Mebbe not.
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