"Good fresh film?"
"Fresh to-day, Mr. Pertell—just like new-laid eggs."
"All right. You may have a chance to snap some newly laid eggs if my future plans work out all right. Well, I guess we'll begin. Take your places for the first scene."
"Oh, I'm so nervous!" confided Ruth to Alice.
"Silly! You needn't be!" was the response. "You're just perfect in your part. I only wish I was as sure of myself."
"Why, you're great, Alice!" said her sister. "Only you do such funny things—it makes me laugh, and I'm afraid I'll smile in the wrong place—when I'm being made love to, for instance."
"Well, it's a funny part, and I have to act funny," insisted the younger girl. "But I wish it was all over, and on the films. It's been a little harder than I thought it would be."
"Indeed it has. But papa was so good to rehearse us. Now we must be a credit to him."
"Oh, of course. Come on, the others are ready."
It was not without a feeling of nervousness that Ruth and Alice prepared to take their places in the actual depiction of the new play. The rehearsals had not been so trying; but now, when the photographs were to be made, there was a strain on all.