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movies or they're from the legit. They don't think much of dancers out here. They don't figure a dancer can act."
"That's why they fire guns?"
He grinned. "I don't say Melford's the easiest to get along with, but you'll be okay. You look very pretty."
"Pretty isn't enough. Look at that wooden girl up there, she's crying for pantomime. Something has to take the place of words. You could almost do a picture like an interpretive dance."
"Dance!" he snorted. "It's not in their agenda."
"Don't actors count? I'd like to see them film their agenda without actors."
They went to Catalina ("on location" it was called) to shoot the beginning of the picture, the arrival of the "doves" on the coast of Virginia. The sailing vessel was very impressive, every detail perfect. They paid more attention to the historical detail of their props, evidently, than they paid to their actors. The island was rugged and beautiful. She could see goats walking about high on the hill. Wally disappeared with his portable phonograph and his violin; everyone else disappeared, she walked up the hill to see the goats — and never got back. The way was steep, the underbrush tangly. After a while, she lost sight of the ship completely. It was frightening only because she could imagine Melford stalking about like an angry bull.
If he treated her properly, she could give him something on screen. Maybe she wasn't as experienced as the others, but she knew she could act, if he gave her half a chance. There was nothing to do now but relax and let them find her. She found a windbreak and settled down behind it, wrapping her narrow little skirt about her, watching the sky change, lose its blue, become colorless and calm before the dark. She saw lanterns waving about like fireflies and called out to the searchers; but her voice was carried away by the wind. They found her in the morning when she'd fallen fast asleep.
"You sure can get into trouble," Melford said, when she was brought in. He glared as if she were Peck's bad girl. "Next
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