"
"Oh, let's go, Ruth!" cried Alice, clapping her hands. "I know you'll
enjoy it!"
"I'm sure I will," agreed Ruth. Her attitude toward the movies was
also changing.
Together father and daughters went. It did Alice good to see how Mr.
DeVere was welcomed by his fellow actors. He had already made himself
friendly with most of them.
As Alice and Ruth came into the big studio, where a battery of
cameras were clicking away, the two girls became aware of the looks
cast at them by those not actually engaged in some scene. And, while
most of the looks were friendly, those from two of the players were
not.
Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, standing together at one side of a
section of a log cabin, whispered to each other.
"Ah, Mr. DeVere!" called Mr. Pertell. "Glad you're here; we were
waiting for you."
"I hope I'm not late!" replied the actor, huskily, with a proper
regard for not delaying a rehearsal.
"Oh, no. You're ahead of time if anything, and I'm glad of it. We'll
have to set the smuggling play aside for a time. One of my men isn't
here, and I can slip in your scenes now, and be that much ahead.
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