"No, sister mine, I was only in a deep, dark dismal dungeon, and I had such a romantic adventure."
"Oh, do tell us about it!" begged Miss Pennington.
"Did you meet a handsome prisoner?" asked Miss Dixon.
"Yes, a regular Othello."
"Othello? Who speaks of Othello?" interrupted Mr. Bunn. "I have played him many times!" and he threw back his shoulders, and tried to give himself the airs he was wont to assume in the theater.
Alice told her story, minimizing her fright as much as possible.
"It was romantic," said Ruth, softly, as her sister concluded. "Only, dear, you musn't go off in any more strange dungeons alone."
"I won't," was the promise, given readily enough.
The making of moving pictures was soon over for the day, and the company returned to the hotel. Some of the members went to their rooms, while the others sat about in the beautiful tropical garden, listening to the mingled music of the band and the fountain.
"Good stunt on for to-morrow," said Russ, coming up behind Ruth, and taking a chair near her.