talk about Minnie's chances in the motion picture business. He listened in, first credulous; then, a little resentful. He was surprised to see that already his wife and Nettie were trembling with eagerness as they stared at Minnie while Al pointed out her charms; stared as if they were conscious of her existence for the first time.
"Of course I don't expect you to see it right away," Al cried with enthusiasm, "but look at Minnie's nose!"
"What's the matter with her nose?" asked Nettie while her mother took off her glasses, wiped the lens, put them on again and leaned more closely to make a complete survey of Minnie's features.
"It's Grecian!"
"There ain't a drop o' Greek blood in our veins," said Mr. Flynn with a quiver of indignation. "Only foreign blood is on her mother's side. The rest of us is pure Irish."
"Mama's ma was French," said Nettie.
"But thank God her pa was born in Cork. I don't believe much in mixed races. Am I right, Annie?"
Al paid no attention to Mr. Flynn. "Her nose will be something wonderful on the screen. So straight, and yet it gives the impression that it tips up a little bit. Sassy, that's the word."
Laughter.
"Her eyes"
"Would her hair look red in the movies?" interrupted Mrs. Flynn, eager to have the interest move to her for a moment.
"Of course not," answered Al, casting a pitying glance at Mrs. Flynn. (Minnie saw that her mother's ignorance was a constant source of annoyance to him.) "Red photographs jet black on the screen."
"But how can her hair photograph black if it's red?" persisted Mrs. Flynn.
