"I'd hardly know myself," whispered Alice.
"Nor I," added her sister.
From the darkness behind them came a voice saying:
"I saw this play this afternoon, Mollie. It's fine. I like the tall
actress best," and she referred to Ruth, whose presentment was then
on the screen. "She's so romantic, I think."
"Listen to that!" Alice said to her sister. "Don't your ears burn?"
"Indeed they do. Oh! isn't it queer to see yourself, and hear
yourself criticised?"
"Wasn't that fine?" demanded the unseen critic behind the sisters, as
Ruth did an effective bit of acting. "Oh, I know I'm just going to
love her. I hope she is in lots of films."
"So do I," added her companion. "But I like the small one best--the
one that was in the scene before this."
"Oh, you mean the jolly one?"
"Yes."
"That's you, Alice," whispered Ruth. "Now it's your turn for your
ears to burn."
"I thought you'd like this," commented Russ. "This film is a hit, all
right."
And so it seemed, for the audience applauded when the little photo
play was over, and that is a pretty good test.
Pages:
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169