"I wish we could go see that taken," whispered Alice.
"You can, if you like," responded the manager, overhearing her.
"I—I'll be delighted to take you along," said Paul, coloring as he glanced at Alice.
Miss Dixon, who had come back from her room, after having her ankle bathed, looked up quickly at these words. She glanced from Alice to Paul, and back again, and then said something in a low voice to Miss Pennington.
"May I go, Daddy?" asked Alice. "I'm so interested in these moving pictures."
"Oh, yes, I think so," he assented. "Perhaps Ruth——"
"No, I'll go home with you," Ruth answered. "I'm a bit tired to-day."
"I'd never tire of this!" exclaimed Alice, with enthusiasm.
"Come along then!" invited Paul. "Here's Miss Fillmore now," he added, as another member of the company entered.
There was a sudden cry of pain from the other side of the studio, and a moving picture camera ceased clicking.