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was the "great Griffith" who was beckoning, and when he beckoned the thing to do was to follow. So, somewhat in a daze, Gertrude started off and as she did so the actors and others in the studio cleared a way for her much as they might for a queen.
Mr. Griffith led the way into the ladies' dressing-room, which, when the actresses were out on the stage, was the only place of privacy in the studio. There his eagle eye scrutinized the girl some more. Gertrude now figured, being in the studio and having no business there, she was in for a call-down, and quick on the defensive she let it be known she was only visiting her sister — she didn't want to work in the pictures — she had a good job as a dancer in vaudeville with Gertrude Hoffman — dancing was what she loved most of all, and, well
"Well, who are you?" asked Gertrude.
"I'm the director down here, I'm Mr. Griffith."
As far as Gertrude was concerned, Mr. Griffith was entirely without honor even in a picture studio.
"So you dance," said he, "and you don't want to work in pictures. Well, come down to-morrow anyhow, I want to make a test of you. And I am going over to-night to see your show."
"Well, all right," said Gertrude with tolerance, "but I must get on home now. I have to have dinner with my family." (If one so young could be bored, Gertrude Barnbrick was just that thing. )
"I'll send you home in my car," said Mr. Griffith, which frightened little Gertrude almost to pieces and which would have frightened her more had she known that the car was a gorgeous white Packard lined with red leather. But in