But she hadn’t been out there a year before the world knew her as Lydia Lissome. Starting as an extra girl earning twenty-five a week or less, she had managed, somehow, to get the part of Betty in the screen version of The Magician, probably because she struck the director as being the type; or perhaps her gift of mimicry had something to do with it, and the youth glow that was in her face. At any rate, when the picture was finished and released, no one was more surprised than Lyddy at the result. They offered her three thousand a week on a three-year contract. She wired her mother, but Irish Mary wired back: “I don’t believe a word of it hold out for five am coming.” She left for the Coast. Incidentally, she got the five for Lyddy. Lyddy signed her name to the contract — Lydia Lissome — in a hand that would have done discredit to an eleven-year-old.