“Do you know what he says in this letter?”
“I’ve been trying for some time to find out.”
“He threatens me!” Ruth, sitting cross-legged on the ground, waved the offending letter for further emphasis. “He actually has the nerve to threaten me!”
“So you said before.”
“Well, if you are going to be tiresome——”
“I’m not, Ruthie darling. Honest, I’m not. I’m only furiously interested. What is our old friend Sol threatening you for?”
“Spite mostly, I suppose,” returned Ruth, relapsing once more into her thoughtful mood. “He wants to frighten me and spoil my pleasure in the new picture that we filmed at Golden Pass.”
“I hear he has been practically run out of the pictures,” observed Helen, absently chewing on a bit of grass.
Ruth nodded.
“And of course he blames that all on me.”