ent that you witnessed," and she related the episode
of the lieutenant as Alice had detailed it to Ruth.

"That was queer," commented Hal Watson.

"I should say so!" exclaimed Russ.

"Was he at all fresh?" Paul asked, and his air was truculent.

"Not in the least!" Estelle hastened to assure him. "He was honestly
mistaken about it, that was all," and she enlarged on the incident, and
seemed so genuinely amused by it that Alice nudged her sister as much as
to say:

"See how much in error you are."

But Ruth only smiled, and Alice noticed that she regarded Estelle more
closely than ever.

The party made merry in the town, going into the "Emporium," for
ice-cream sodas; and even the presence of Maurice Whitlow at the other
end of the counter, where he was imbibing something through a straw,
could not daunt Alice's high spirits. Whitlow smiled and smirked in the
direction of his acquaintances, but he received no invitation to join
them.

As Estelle was going out in the rear of the party, the extra player slid
up to her and asked:

"Mayn't I have the pleasure of buying you some more cream?"

"You may not!" exclaimed Estelle, not turning her head, and there were
snickers from the other patrons in the place. Maurice turned the shade
of his scarlet tie, and slid out a side door.

"You're getting too popular," chided Alice to her friend. "First it's
the young lieutenant, and now it's your former admirer."

"I can dispense with the admiration of both!"

"Even the lieutenant?" asked Ruth, meaningly.

"Oh, he wasn't so bad," and Estelle either was really indifferent, or
she assumed indifference in a most finished manner that would have done
credit to a more experienced actress than she was.

"What's the matter--are we late?" asked Paul, as, on the way back to Oak
Farm, he saw Russ look at his watch and then speed up the car a bit.

"Yes, a little. Mr. Pertell said he wanted to begin that skirmish scene
at eleven exactly, and it's ten minutes to that now. We can just about
make it. The sun will be in just the right position for making the film.
It's in a thicket you know, and the light isn't any too good. That's the
scene you girls are in," he went on.

"Speed along," urged Paul. "I've got to get into my uniform and make up
a bit."

There is very little "make up" done for moving pictures taken in the
open, and not as much done for studio work as there is on the regular
stage. The camera is sharper than any eye