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Author of "The Moving Picture Girls," "The Moving Picture Girls at Rocky Ranch," "The Outdoor Girls Series," "The Bobbsey Twins Series," Etc.
[Illustration: RUSS BEGAN TAKING MANY VIEWS OF THE PITCHING, TOSSING SCHOONER.--_Page 157._]
The World Syndicate Publishing Co. Cleveland, O. New York, N. Y. Copyright, 1915, by Grosset & Dunlap Printed in the United States of America by The Commercial Bookbinding Co. Cleveland, O.
"Well, at last a breathing period, Ruth. Oh, I am surely tired!" and the girl threw herself on the couch, without stopping to remove her light jacket and hat. Her head sank wearily on a cushion.
"Oh, Alice! Be careful! Look out!" exclaimed the other occupant of the pleasant little room, a room made habitable by the articles of tasteful adornment in it, rather than by the location of the apartment, or the place itself. There was a "homey" air about it.
"I'm too tired to look out, or even look in," was the answer, as the younger girl closed her eyes. Truly she seemed much "fagged," and worn out.
"It doesn't matter, Ruth. Please let me rest. I thought we'd never get home."
"But it isn't your old hat, Alice, and----"
"It's an old hat from now on!" broke in the younger girl, not opening her eyes. "It's spoiled anyhow. Some of the water from that parlor scene, where Mr. Bunn upset the globe of gold fish, splashed on it, and the spots never will come out."
"It doesn't matter. Mr. Pertell is going to buy me a new one. He said it was up to the company to do that, especially as I did so well in that burning room scene the other day. There!" and the girl on the couch raised her small fist and plumped it full on the crown of the chic little toque she was wearing.
"Alice DeVere!" cried her sister, aghast.
"Ruth DeVere--Lady Clarissa--Señorita Alamondi! Whatever you like, only let me--alone! I've posed and acted and otherwise contorted myself before at least five thousand feet of film today, and I'm not going to be disturbed now, just for the sake of a hat that is as good as paid for anyhow, so 'please go 'way and let me sleep,'" and Alice murmured the chorus of a once popular song.