"Don't put it that way—I wasn't exactly drawn in."
"Well, you're in, all right. Why, Azalea, I saw you in a picture in New
York, night before last."
"You did?"
"Yes; in 'Star of the West.' Don't try to fib out of it—"
"What!"
"Now you needn't get mad! I know you're not entirely above a little fibbing, now and then!"
"I think I'll go in the house,—I don't like you."
"Oh, Zaly, behave yourself. Be a sensible girl, and face the music! Why don't you own it all up, and tell Farnsworth the whole story? It isn't a criminal thing to act in the 'movies.'"
"They think it is,—Bill and Patty. They'd never forgive me!"
"Oh, pshaw, they would, too! Anyway, I want you to do it,—tell 'em, I mean. Won't you, Zaly,—won't you,—for my sake?"