DeVere looked troubled. For some time past he had been watching
the growing liking of his daughters for the moving pictures, and he
was in two minds about the matter. He had seen that this new manner
of presenting plays had a great future, not only for the public but
for the acting profession. And now, when a chance came for his
daughters to get into it, he hardly knew what to say. He had made up
his mind that they should never go on the dramatic stage. But
this----.
"Something has to be done," urged the manager. "I can't hold things
back much longer."
"Wouldn't you like to try it, Ruth?" asked Alice, catching her
sister's hands. "I think it will be just fine!"
"Why, I--I think I would like it--if they think I can do it," agreed
Ruth.
"Oh, you can do it all right," Mr. Pertell assured her. "It is very
simple. A little coaching is all you need. What do you say, Mr.
DeVere? May the girls go in?"
"Why, I--er--I hardly know what to say. It is so different from
anything they have ever done. And I never expected----"
"Oh, they can do it!" interrupted the manager.
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