"Oh, could we get any?" she cried.
"I can arrange for some for you," promised Mr. Macksey, "but I haven't any now."
"Good idea!" exclaimed the manager. "An idea for a new film—'The Snowshoe Rescue!' Here, Russ, make some notes of this for future use," and he began to dictate to the young operator, who with his employer frequently thus improvised dramas out of a mere suggestion.
"If you want to walk," said Mr. Macksey to Alice, "you'd better stick to the road. The men have been out with homemade snowplows breaking a trail. That's what we do around here after a storm. You'd better stick to the road."
"We will!" cried Alice. "Will you come, Ruth?"
"Later perhaps—not now. I want to study a new part I have."
"I suppose you're waiting for Russ," whispered Alice.
"Don't be silly!" flashed Ruth. But she did not go out with her sister.
Alice and Paul had a glorious walk in the snow, and saw a beautiful country, even though it was hidden under a mantle of white. For Deerfield was a lovely place.
"Aren't you cold?" asked Ruth, when her sister returned.