They'd do
better acting. Say!" he broke in, "what do you say to an ice cream
soda? It's warm this evening," and he paused before a brilliantly
lighted drug store.
"Shall we, Ruth?" asked Alice, with a queer little look at her
sister.
"Oh, I don't know," began Ruth, hesitatingly.
"Which means--yes!" Alice cried, gaily. "Come on!"
Mr. DeVere looked up inquiringly from his bundle of manuscript as the
girls and Russ entered the little apartment later.
"Oh, Daddy! It was just fine!" cried Alice, going over to him, and
covering his eyes with her hands.
"We saw ourselves--and you, too, as others see us!" added Ruth.
"I--er--I don't understand," their father whispered.
"The moving pictures," explained Alice. "It was that play, 'A False
Count,' you know. Oh, it made a great hit, I can tell you!"
"Ah, I'm glad to hear it," he said. "Sit down, Russ."
"No, I can't stay," answered the visitor from across the hall. "I've
brought your daughters safely home, and now I have to get back. I've
got a little work to do yet."
"Not at the studio; have you--so late?" asked Ruth.
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