asn't asked you!"

"What of it? I know he'll be glad to have me. Oh, here comes Laura
Dixon after him. I'm going to get there first. Paul! Paul!" Alice
called, "can't I go fishing, too?"

"Of course!" he cried, his face lighting up with pleasure. "Come
along. I've got an extra line and hooks in my pocket, and we can cut
a pole along the stream. Come along."

He did not see Miss Dixon, who was behind him, but she saw Alice and
heard what was said. For a minute she paused, and then, with a rather
vindictive look on her face, turned back.

"Alice!" called Ruth, "I'm not sure father would want you to go. It
is getting near supper time."

"Oh, you tell him I just had to go, Ruth dear!"

Mr. DeVere, with Sandy and Mr. Pertell, had gone on ahead.

Ruth shrugged her shoulders. There was little she could do with
Alice, once the younger girl had set her mind on anything. And,
really, there was no harm in going fishing with Paul. The favorite
spot was not far from the farmhouse, and within view of it.

"It's fine of you to come!" said Paul, as he walked along over the
meadow with the laughing, brown-eyed girl. "I'm sure we'll have good
luck."

"I'm never very lucky at fishing," said Alice. "But I'll watch you."

"No, you've got to fish, too. I'll cut you a light pole."

"And will you bait my hook--I don't like to do that."

"Surely I will."

They walked on, chatting of many things, and as they reached the
fishing hole--a deep eddy on the overhanging bank of which they could
sit--they saw Russ Dalwood, with his camera, going along the opposite
bank.

"What are you doing?" called Paul.

"Oh, just getting some odd scenes here and there of farm work. Mr.
Pertell wants to work them into some of the plays. There are some men
spraying a potato patch over in the next field, to get rid of the
bugs. I'm going to make a scene of that."

"All right. Good luck!" called Alice, pleasantly. "And, if you like,
you can take a fishing scene. Paul and I are going to catch some for
supper."

"All right, I'll film you on the way back," laughed Russ.

It was a pleasant summer afternoon, and the bank where Alice and Paul
took their places was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

"The fish ought to bite well to-day," observed Paul, when he had
"rigged up" an outfit for Alice.

"Why is to-day better than any other day?" she asked.

"Because the wind is right. 'When the wind's in the west, the fish
bite best,' is an ol