room, dressing room, and bath all her own in one wing of the great white palace, only one of thousands of great white palaces scattered through the hills of Hollywood. The closet for dresses, silk-lined and scented, could have swallowed whole her New York bedroom.

“Lay down,” said Irish Mary, “an’ get easy. Lyddy won’t be home till six if she’s early, an’ she’ll prob’bly be in bed by nine now they’re rushin’ the end of the picture, an’ she’s got to be on the lot made up by nine or sooner.”

“Nine — in the morning!”

“Well, sure! You soon get used to it. They’ve got to get all the daylight they can, an’ times the fog’s low earlier, or they’d