"Now do that part over, and keep on with the Virginia Reel. Go ahead,
Russ. And everybody get a little more life into this thing. Be
lively! Hop about more! Shout and sing if you want to--it won't hurt
the film. Go ahead, fiddler!"
Once more the violin wailed out its tune, and the play went on.
"I wonder what I'll have to do next?" complained Wellington Bunn.
"This is getting worse and worse. I've had to dance with a big
country girl, and every time I take a step she comes down on my foot.
I'll be lame for a week."
"It's awful--this moving picture work," agreed Mr. Sneed, who seemed
never to get over his "grouch." Then he went on: "It's dangerous,
too. Suppose this barn should catch fire? What would happen to us?"
"Ve vould get out quick-like, alretty!" said Carl Switzer, as there
came a lull in the dance. "Isn't dot der answer?"
"I wasn't asking a riddle," grunted Mr. Sneed. "But something will
happen; you mark my words."
"Yah, I hope it happens dat ve haf chicken for dinner on Sunday!"
laughed the German, who always seemed good-natured.
Some other scenes for the play, in which the background of the barn
was needed, were made, and then work was over for the evening.
Some of the young persons from neighboring farms asked to be allowed
to stay and dance more, and this was allowed.
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