"His suit will surely need washing," remarked Alice.
"Oh, how can you be so heartless?" asked her sister.
"Heartless! Isn't that the truth?"
Mr. Towne had struggled to his feet. The muddy stream was not very deep.
"Help! Help! Save me!" he cried, as he wiped the water from his face, thereby making many muddy streaks on his countenance.
"You're in no danger—come on out!" cried Mr. Pertell, trying not to laugh. "Come right toward the camera, Mr. Towne, and register anger and disgust!"
"Register—register!" spluttered the actor. "Do you mean to say you are filming me in this state?"
"I certainly am—it's a state that will make a hit in the movies!" cried Mr. Pertell. "You might fall down once more, if you don't mind, Mr. Towne. It will add realism to the film."
"Fall down again! Never! I will resign first."
"Very well, I won't insist on it," replied the manager, for he felt that it was rather hard on the actor.