Zimbule clapped her hands. Like geese's bottoms! she cried.
A number of rolled magazines arrived in the morning mail. While Harold and Zimbule were eating their breakfast, Desdemona opened them with a butter-knife: Motion Pictures, Photoplay, Picture-Play Magazine, Shadowland, Screenland, Movie Weekly. . . .
Is my picture in any of 'em? demanded Zimbule.
I'll see, Miss Jimbool, Desdemona answered. She turned over the pages with her long, brown fingers. Suddenly she emitted a howl. Yah t'is! Yah t'is!
Gimme! Gimme!
Harold looked over her shoulder and saw the portrait of his bride, the familiar picture of the Long Island Phryne, which, as a poster, had hung in his room at the studio. Zimbule, impatient, grabbed the lot from the darkey and began to examine them herself, making comments as she flipped the leaves: There's that sheeny vamp. She had a beak but a doctor took a knife to her and gave her a pug. Cut off her nose to spite her race! Kitty Grandison: you know how she gets her drag. Senators will be boys. He went to Paris with his wife and Kitty was there ahead of him. She called him up and told him she wouldn't have him travelling with his legal wedded. Bad for Kitty's reputation. . . . Olly Waters: Director's wife. 'nough said. Looks like a piece o' pie cut on the bias.
