Mr. Pertell, musingly. What he could not use in a moving picture film was small indeed. "I believe that would make a good scene," he went on. "A tramp comes to beg at the farmhouse. He is told that he must saw a lot of wood, or do something like that. Then, let me see—yes, I'll have him eat first, and then refuse to saw the wood. He thinks the lady of the house is home alone. But he makes a mistake, for she proves to be one who has taken physical culture lessons, and she is a match for the tramp. She stands over him until he saws all the wood.
"That ought to go. I'll cast Mrs. Maguire for the strenuous lady, and Mr. Sneed can be the tramp. He has a sour enough face. That's what I'll do!"
"I can ust imagine Mr. Sneed in that rôle," said Alice to Ruth, with a laugh. "He won't like that a bit!"
"I suppose not. Still, we have to do many things in this moving picture business that we don't like."
"I like every bit of it!" Alice declared. "I think it's all fun!"
"I wish I had your happy way of looking at things!" sighed Ruth. "It is a great help in getting through life."
"Why don't you practice it?" Alice asked.
