"You just go, Dick," she cried, quickly. "I am going to stay here and write some letters. You go with Tom and Sam and enjoy yourself;" and so it was arranged.
The boys found the moving picture theater pretty well crowded, and they had to take seats almost in the rear. Tom and Sam were once more enjoying the spectacle of looking at themselves when they suddenly heard a young man behind them utter an exclamation.
"Hello, I know those two fellows!"
They looked around and saw sitting there Barton Pelter. He was gazing at the play on the screen with great interest.
"Come to see us in the movies, did you?" questioned Tom, as he leaned back and touched Barton Pelter on the arm. "What do you think of it?"
"Oh, so you are here!" was the reply. "Say, I didn't know you were movies' actors."
"We are not. We got into that picture quite accidentally," explained Tom. And then, as the scenes of the drama progressed, he and his brothers turned their attention to what was going on.
At the end of the photo drama there was a short intermission, during which a number of persons went out and an even larger number came in. There was a seat vacated beside the Rovers, and Barton Pelter took this.
"How are you fellows making out at your offices?" asked the young man.
"Oh, we are doing as well as can be expected," answered Dick. "You know this sort of thing is rather new to us."