"Now what are they about?" demanded Ruth.
"Look out that you don't bring the car into the focus of the camera, Tom," his sister warned him. "It will make them awfully mad."
"Don't fret. I have no desire to appear in a movie," laughed Tom.
"But I think I would like to," said his sister. "Wouldn't you, Ruth?"
"I—I don't know. It must be awfully interesting——"
"Pooh!" scoffed Tom. "What will you girls get into your heads next? And they don't let girls like you play in movies, anyway."
"Oh, yes, they do!" cried his sister. "Some of the greatest stars in the film firmament are nothing more than schoolgirls. They have what they call 'film charm.'"
"Think you've got any of that commodity?" demanded Tom, with cheerful impudence.
"I don't know——Oh, Ruth, look at that girl! Now, Tommy, see there! That girl isn't a day older than we."
"Too far away to make sure," said Tom, slowly. Then, the next moment, he ejaculated: "What under the sun is she doing? Why! she'll fall off that tree-trunk, the silly thing!"