'em laugh."

"But we want more than a comedy," Ruth said seriously. "I have the germ of
an idea in my mind. I'll write Mr. Hammond about it first of all. And we
must have Miss Gray in it."

"He says here," said Helen, glancing through the moving picture man's
letter again, "that he wants you to try another. Oh! and he says that in a
few days he is coming to Lumberton with a company to take some films."

"So he does! Oh, goody!" cried Ruth. "I'll see him, then, and talk right
to him. He is an awfully rich man--so Hazel Gray told me. We'll get him
interested in the dormitory fund, anyway, and then, whether I can write a
five-reel drama well enough or not, maybe he can find somebody who will
put it into shape," Ruth added.

"Why, my dear!" exclaimed her chum, with scorn. "If you have written _one_
moving picture, of course you can another."

Which did not follow at all, Ruth was sure.

"We'll have to ask Mrs. Tellingham," said Helen, with sudden doubt. "Maybe
she will not approve."

"Oh! I hope she will," cried Ruth. "But we must put it up to the girls
themselves, first of all. They must all be in it. All must have an
interest--all must take part. Otherwise it will not accomplish the end we
are after."

"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Helen, finally waking up. "Of course! this is the very
thing you wanted, Ruthie--to give every girl something to do that is
important toward earning the money for the building of the new dormitory."

"That's it, my dear. We all must appear, and do our part. School scenes,
recreation scenes, athletic scenes in the gym; marching in our graduation
procession; initiating candidates into the S.B. sorority; Old Noah's Ark
with the infants arriving at the beginning of the year; the dance we
always have in the big hall at holiday time--just a great, big picture of
what boarding school girls do, and how they live, breathe and have their
being!"

"Oh, jolly!" gasped Helen, taking fire from her friend's enthusiasm. "Say!
the girls are going to be just about crazy over this, Ruth. You will be
the most popular girl in the school."

"I hope not!" gasped Ruth, in real panic. "I'm not doing this for any
such purpose. Don't be singing my praises all the time, Helen. The girls
will get sick and tired to death of hearing about 'wonderful me.' We all
want to do something to help Mrs. Tellingham and the school. That's all
there is to it. Now, _do_ be sensible."

They were not long in taking the girls at large