Mr. DeVere looked up inquiringly from his bundle of manuscript as the girls and Russ entered the little apartment later.
"Oh, Daddy! It was just fine!" cried Alice, going over to him, and covering his eyes with her hands.
"We saw ourselves—and you, too, as others see us!" added Ruth.
"I—er—I don't understand," their father whispered.
"The moving pictures," explained Alice. "It was that play, 'A False Count,' you know. Oh, it made a great hit, I can tell you!"
"Ah, I'm glad to hear it," he said. "Sit down, Russ."
"No, I can't stay," answered the visitor from across the hall. "I've brought your daughters safely home, and now I have to get back. I've got a little work to do yet."
"Not at the studio; have you—so late?" asked Ruth.
"Oh, it isn't late," he laughed. "But I want to do a little work on my invention. I've sort of struck a snag, and it's bothering me. I want it as nearly perfect as I can get it, and I've thought of an improvement I can put on it. So I'll say good-night."
"Thank you, ever so much, for taking us!" said Alice, warmly.