"What! Film me in this water-soaked suit!" protested Mr. Bunn.
"Certainly. I am going to make a whole reel of you."
"But my hat! Look at my hat! Ruined! Utterly ruined!"
"All the better. I want you in the character of a broken-down actor now, and you wouldn't look the part with a new and shiny tile. Put a couple of dents in it, Mr. Bunn!"
"Oh, you are heartless! Heartless!" cried the actor, as he completed the demolition of his cherished headpiece.
"Isn't it killing, Ruth?" asked Alice, who had come out with her sister to see the fun.
"Funny, yes. But I feel rather sorry for Mr. Bunn."
"Oh, he's getting paid for it. And it's so warm to-day that I almost wish Mr. Switzer would turn the hose on me!"
"Alice DeVere!"
"Well, I do! It is very warm. It must be terrible in the city. Come on out to the barn, and let's see what the next act will be."