"No; what is it?"
"'Labrador Luck,' oh, say, it's a peach! Go to it!"
"Where?" and Peter stopped himself just in time from exclaiming, "Labrador anything would interest me!"
"Over in N'York. Hop into the sub and you're there."
Peter hopped into the sub and shortly he was there.
"Labrador Luck," he read from the big posters. "Monster production of the Tophole Producing Company. Thrilling scenes, thrilling plot, thrilling drama."
There was more detail as to the names of the Film Queen who was starred, and the Film King who supported her, but without stopping to read them Peter bought a ticket and went in.
The picture was under way, and as he sank into his seat he saw on the screen the familiar scenes of the Labrador wild.
Not quite true to nature were they, this Peter recognized at once, but he knew they were taken in a studio, not in Labrador itself, and he had only admiration for the cleverness with which they were done.
With a little sigh of pleasure he gave himself up to a positive enjoyment of the landscape, and, as the story went on, he was conscious of a vaguely familiar strain running through it.