"I know I shall love it.
And, Daddy dear, maybe it will do your voice good."
"Perhaps it will, daughter," he agreed. "However, since we are doing
so well in moving pictures, I have not the desire I had at first to
get back to the boards. I am becoming content in this line."
"I'm glad," said Alice, "for I like it very much. Oh, it is lovely
here, Ruth!"
"Just fine, I call it!" exclaimed Russ. "The air is so clear. I'm
sure we'll get fine pictures here."
"I know we'll die of loneliness," grumbled Miss Pennington. "I wish
we hadn't come, Laura."
"So do I, but there's no help for it now," replied Miss Dixon.
Rumbling behind the carryall was the farm wagon containing the
trunks, and in less than the half-hour stipulated by Sandy, Oak Farm
was reached. Ruth, Alice and their father fell in love with the place
at first sight. Mr. Pertell and Russ had seen it before, and most of
the others admired it.
There was a big, old-fashioned farmhouse, setting back from the road,
and fronted by a wide stretch of green lawn. The house was white,
with green shutters, and was well kept. Back of it were barns and
other farm buildings, some of which were rather dilapidated.
"Welcome to Oak Farm!" cried Sandy. "There's Pa Felix and Ma Nance
lookin' for ye! Here they are, Ma!" he called.
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