oak him thoroughly, Switzer."

"Oh, yah! Sure, I soak him goot!"

"And you, Mr. Bunn! Don't get so far over. You'll get out of range of
the camera. Can you film him, Russ?"

"Surely. I'm getting every bit of it."

"That's right! We need every move. A little more life in it, Mr.
Bunn! Act as though you didn't like to be soaked!"

"Like it! Of course I don't like it!" cried the actor. "I--hate it!
And my hat--my silk hat----"

Again the relentless stream of water stopped him.

"I'll buy you a new hat!" promised Mr. Pertell, choking with
laughter. "This is worth it! Lively, Mr. Bunn! Jump around a little.
Switzer, don't miss him, but don't wet the camera. And that dog! Get
him in it, too!"

"Vot! Maybe he bites my legs yet already!" objected the German. "I
likes not dot beast! Und my legs----"

"Oh, I'll get a doctor if he bites you!" promised the manager. "See
him get into the action! This will be a great picture. I'll have to
get a story that it will fit in."

But at last even the enthusiastic manager was satisfied with the
water scene, and he allowed the almost exhausted Mr. Bunn a rest.

"Look at me--look at me!" groaned the actor, as he gazed down at his
suit, which dripped water at every point.

"Wait now; don't go away!" objected Mr. Pertell. "I want to get you
in another scene now. Come around to the barn."

"What! Film me in this water-soaked suit!" protested Mr. Bunn.

"Certainly. I am going to make a whole reel of you."

"But my hat! Look at my hat! Ruined! Utterly ruined!"

"All the better. I want you in the character of a broken-down actor
now, and you wouldn't look the part with a new and shiny tile. Put a
couple of dents in it, Mr. Bunn!"

"Oh, you are heartless! Heartless!" cried the actor, as he completed
the demolition of his cherished headpiece.

"Isn't it killing, Ruth?" asked Alice, who had come out with her
sister to see the fun.

"Funny, yes. But I feel rather sorry for Mr. Bunn."

"Oh, he's getting paid for it. And it's so warm to-day that I almost
wish Mr. Switzer would turn the hose on me!"

"Alice DeVere!"

"Well, I do! It is very warm. It must be terrible in the city. Come
on out to the barn, and let's see what the next act will be."

The next scene, which Mr. Pertell had thought of on the spur of the
moment, required Mr. Bunn to fall into the horse trough, and the
actor, after strenuously objecting, finally yielded. He fell into the
big hollowed-out log that served