"There--there!" he returned, indulgently, "don't try to flatter your
old father. You are just like your dear mother. Run along now, I
must take up this new work. What a relief not to have to declaim my
lines! I shall only move my lips, and who knows but, in time, my
voice may come back?"
"I hope it will," answered Ruth, with a sigh. Somehow she could not
quite bring herself to like her father in moving picture roles. Alice
was entirely different.
"But, even if it does come back," said the younger girl, "you may
like this new work so well, Dad, that you'll keep at it."
"Perhaps," he assented. "Here, Ruth, take care of this money--my
first moving picture salary," and he handed her the bills.
As he went to his room with the typewritten sheets of his new part,
Alice whispered to her sister:
"Hurray! Now we can have a real dinner. I'll go and buy out a
delicatessen store."
The meal was a great success--not only from a gastronomic standpoint,
but because of the jollity--real or assumed--of Mr. DeVere. He went
over the lines of his new part, telling the girls how at certain
places he was to "register," or denote, different emotions.
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