The girls freshened themselves up after their journey, and prepared
to descend to the dining room. From the kitchen came more delicious
odors as Mrs. Apgar and her helper finished preparing the evening
meal.
Scattered about, in other apartments of the big farmhouse, were the
other members of the film theatrical company. Mr. DeVere had been
given a room near his daughters', and they could hear him talking in
his husky voice to Mr. Pertell, who was across the hall.
"When are they going to begin taking the pictures?" asked Ruth, as
she helped Alice hook up a waist that fastened in the back.
"Oh, not for some days yet, I fancy," was the answer. "Mr. Pertell
will have to look around, and pick out the best backgrounds for the
different scenes. I wonder what sort of parts I'll get? Something
funny, I hope; like tumbling into the river and being rescued."
"Alice! You wouldn't want anything like that!" cried Ruth, much
shocked.
"Wouldn't I, though! Just give me a chance. I can swim, you know!"
"Yes, I know, but tumbling into the river--with your clothes on--it
might be dangerous!"
"Oh, well, if we're in the moving picture business we will have to
learn to take chances. I read in the paper the other day how a couple
leaped from the Brooklyn Bridge with a parachute--a man and woman.
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