The two girls desisted from their packing long enough to slip out to the lingerie shop, where they spent more time and money than they intended.
The result was they had to hurry at the last minute, and their trunks were hardly strapped before the porter came to take them to the station.
The trip to Sycamore from St. Augustine was rather tedious and tiresome. The railways in the interior of Florida were not like some of the fast lines, and there was not always the luxury of a parlor car.
Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon were rather inclined to murmur about this, but most of the others of the company took the inconveniences in good spirit, even Mr. Towne making the best of it.
He soon found that it was of little use to attire himself in the "height of fashion," and gradually became more sensible in his adornment.
On the trip Russ managed to get a series of films showing different scenes, and at one lonely railroad station, where they had to wait several hours for a connecting train, a little scene was improvised that later was worked into a play.
The few "natives" around the place were much excited at some of the things the players did, and when Paul "saved" Mr. Towne from being run down by a freight train that came along, one grizzled old man was so worked up, thinking it all real, that he wanted to run for a doctor, when Mr. Towne pretended to be hurt.
"An' they do that fer money?" this native inquired, when the matter had been explained to him.
"That's what they do," said Russ, who was putting away his camera.
"Wa'al, all I've got to say is if that's what they call work—I'd rather do nothin'," was the caustic comment.