Russ was perhaps busier than any, for he had to
prepare the films to be sent in light-tight boxes to New York for
development, arrangement, and printing.
"Let's go off to the woods," suggested Alice to her sister, when they
had changed their costumes for walking dresses of cool brown, with
white waists. "I declare I just want to get under a tree and lie down
on the soft green moss."
"So do I, dear. We'll go up to that little dell which is so
pretty--the one where we got the lovely flowers. It is so restful
there."
Together the sisters set off, walking slowly, for the air was sultry.
"Don't you want to come, Daddy?" called Ruth to her father, who was
sitting on the farmhouse porch.
"No, thank you," he answered. "I have some letters to write."
His voice had grown somewhat stronger under the influence of the
pure, country air, and from the fact that he used it very little. But
still it was not clear enough to enable him to go back into
legitimate theatrical work. And, truth to tell, he rather preferred
the moving pictures now. It was easier, even if there was no audience
to applaud him.
Ruth and Alice soon reached the edge of the cool woods, and then they
strolled slowly along until they came to a little dell--a nook they
had discovered one day when out walking.
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