"Oh, yes, I suppose Tommy and Nellie will be after them," agreed
Ruth. "But I can go with them."
"And jump off the beam in the barn down into the hay! Won't that be
fun!" cried Alice. "I haven't done that--not in years, when we went
once to grandfather's farm. Oh, for a good jump into the fragrant
hay!"
"Why, Alice, you wouldn't do that; would you?" asked Ruth, as she
straightened her sailor.
"She may--and you may all have to!" spoke the man who seemed in
charge of this odd theatrical company.
"How is that, Mr. Pertell?" asked Ruth.
"Well, you know we're going to make moving pictures of all sorts of
rural scenes that will fit in the plays, and jumping into a haymow
may be one of them," he laughed.
"I refuse to do any such foolishness as that!" broke in the tragic
actor. "I have demeaned myself enough already in this farce and
travesty of acting, and to jump into a haymow--ye gods! Never!" and
he seemed to shudder.
"Oh, I guess you'll do it, Mr. Bunn, or give up your place to someone
who will," said Mr. Frank Pertell, the manager, calmly.
The tragic actor sighed, and said nothing.
"Huh! Yes! Jumping around in barns! Some of us will break our arms or
legs, that's certain!" exclaimed the man who looked as though all the
world were sad.
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