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HOLLYWOOD
... If this girl's adventures had been yours— wouldn't you be thrilled practically to death?
effect was lost. It was a large room, almost entirely white save for some lovely old chintz with red pastoral figures and scenes on it, and some beautiful old red early American glass girandoles on the white mantelpiece.
Lilyan was waiting for her guests, in red and white beach pajamas which suited her fair, rather bizarre beauty better than the obvious blue or green favored by most blondes.
"What about a swim?" their hostess asked; but Mary was too infatuated with the house to go outside until she had seen everything, although a tiny but perfect private beach, with red and white chairs, ja red and white awning and a red and white fence shutting in its privacy, lured them. Looking through an immense window with red and white curtains, the effect of a clear blue sky, a sea of jade and sapphire, and a carpet of white sand splashed with gold, was like a picture by some modernistic genius.
NOT reluctantly, Miss Tashman displayed her possessions to the admiring visitors. Mary paused with rapture in the dining room which had early American furniture — all white — and quantities of the most exquisite and quaint old glass imaginable. There was a pair of clear glass clasped hands, so quaintly pretty that Mary could hardly be torn from staring at if.
"Billy Haines found me a few of these things," said Lilyan. "He is the most wonderful person at picking up treasures which no one else can find. How do you like my window curtains here at the back? They're made out of a white quilt. Maybe a hundred and fifty years old."
Mary loved them. She loved everything; perhaps more than all, Miss Tashman's beautiful big bedroom facing the sea, whose huge window could be shaded by white Venetian shades. Her little dressing room, or cabinet de toilette, off the bedroom, had the most exquisite and dainty fittings, all red and white, as had Edmund Lowe's more masculine-looking bedroom which adjoined. There were many baths and bedrooms for guests, too. one of the suites being unexpectedly placed on the ground floor. As for the neat red and white kitchen, it made Mary almost wish she were Miss Tashman's cook!
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"That's E. H. Griffith, the director/ said, "and he's looking at you!"
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