"Glad to hear it. How's Pa Montague?"
"Pa's in bad. They've signed him for Camillia of the Cumberlands, providing he raises a brush, and just now it ain't long enough for whiskers and too long for anything else, so he's putterin' around with his new still."
"Well, drop over sometime, Flips, I'm keeping you in mind."
"Thanks, Governor. Say" Merton glanced up in time to see her wink broadly at the man, and look toward his companion who still seriously made notes on the back of an envelope. The man's face melted to a grin which he quickly erased. The girl began again:
"Mr. Henshaw—could you give me just a moment, Mr. Henshaw?" The serious director looked up in quite frank annoyance.
"Yes, yes, what is it, Miss Montague?"
"Well, listen, Mr. Henshaw, I got a great idea for a story, and I was thinking who to take it to and I thought of this one and I thought of that one, and I asked my friends, and they all say take it to Mr. Henshaw, because if a story has any merit he's the one director on the lot that can detect it and get every bit of value out of it, so I thought—but of course if you're busy just now"
The director thawed ever so slightly. "Of course, my girl, I'm busy but—then I'm always busy. They run me to death here. Still, it was very kind of your friends, and of course"
"Thank you, Mr. Henshaw." She clasped her hands to her breast and gazed raptly into the face of her coy listener. "Of course I'll have to have help on the details, but it starts off kind of like this. You see I'm a Hawaiian princess" She paused, gazing aloft.
"Yes, yes, Miss Montague—an Hawaiian princess. Go on, go on!"
"Oh, excuse me; I was thinking how I'd dress her for the last spool in the big fire scene. Well, anyway, I'm this Hawaiian princess, and my father, old King Mauna Loa,
