There were many little nooks where one could spend a quiet hour with
a book, and there was good fishing in the stream that, in times past,
had furnished power for the old grist mill. The mill was now in
ruins, but it was very picturesque, and Mr. Pertell planned to make
it the scene of several little plays.
Three days after the arrival at Oak Farm, matters were in readiness
for filming the first play. It was a simple little drama, concerning
a country girl and boy, and Alice and Paul Ardite were the chief
characters.
This was something of a blow to Miss Laura Dixon, who had counted on
being with Paul in the play. Miss Dixon rather liked Paul, but since
the advent of Alice he had become more and more interested in the
latter.
"I don't care!" exclaimed Miss Dixon, as she flounced into the room
she shared with Miss Pennington. "I'm not going to stay with this
company any more, with those two amateurs taking all the best parts."
"It is a shame," agreed Miss Pennington. "I just can't bear that Ruth
DeVere, with her blue eyes. She can use them very effectively, too."
"Indeed she can! What do you say if we look for another engagement? I
just hate the country."
"So do I, with all the bugs and things. But, really, I can't go. I
got Mr. Pertell to give me an advance on my salary, and I can't leave
him now.
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