Maguire.
"Sure, I used to eat my heart over it in my younger days, but now I
only laugh. It's part of the business. It's a tribute to your acting,
my dear, and you ought to take it as such. Don't mind it."
"Oh, but it was so--so uncalled--for!" murmured Ruth. "I think I
must--"
"Hush! Here comes daddy!" interrupted Alice. "Don't let him know
about it."
"That's wise," commented Mrs. Maguire. "Though probably he's seen
enough of it in his time. But perhaps he wouldn't like to know that
it bothered you. Best say nothing to him, my dears. It will wear away
soon enough."
"No, we won't say anything," agreed Alice, slipping her arm through
her sister's. "Papa has enough trouble as it is."
A little later, as the girls were walking along with Mr. DeVere, he
asked them:
"Well, how did you like your parts in the movies?"
"Fine. It was so interesting, Dad!" exclaimed Ruth.
"I'd like to do some more!" echoed Alice, with a meaning look at her
sister.
"Well, I must see what sort of parts Mr. Pertell will cast you for,"
said Mr. DeVere. "But I am glad you like the work.
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