"Are we getting a new instructor this afternoon?" After making sure the black-face instructor had walked far enough away, Mair Williams turned her head and asked the cinematographer.
"No, he's our instructor for the next two days," replied the cinematographer.
Jane Sampson and Mair Williams looked at each other, then let out a wail and hugged each other tightly.
"Sister, be strong!" Mair said, as if they were about to part in life and death.
"You too, sister," said Jane quietly, as her heart filled with an unspeakable bitterness.
Offending the black-face instructor was one thing, but offending James Black – this was a calamity she felt she might not be able to survive.
"Mair could go into acting," Hibiscus Wood chuckled from nearby, "Come on, get up and let's go have lunch. We need to hurry and get some rest after, because this afternoon will be another disaster for mankind."
"Help me up, I can't stand," Mair reached out to Hibiscus Wood, "Don't your legs ache?"
