ll, you did it all right," remarked Alice.

And then the girls gave themselves up to watching the moving pictures
of themselves on the screen.

It was rather an uncanny experience at first, but they soon became
used to it, and gave themselves up to the enjoyment of the little
play, made doubly delightful from the fact that they had helped to
make it.

"I'd hardly know myself," whispered Alice.

"Nor I," added her sister.

From the darkness behind them came a voice saying:

"I saw this play this afternoon, Mollie. It's fine. I like the tall
actress best," and she referred to Ruth, whose presentment was then
on the screen. "She's so romantic, I think."

"Listen to that!" Alice said to her sister. "Don't your ears burn?"

"Indeed they do. Oh! isn't it queer to see yourself, and hear
yourself criticised?"

"Wasn't that fine?" demanded the unseen critic behind the sisters, as
Ruth did an effective bit of acting. "Oh, I know I'm just going to
love her. I hope she is in lots of films."

"So do I," added her companion. "But I like the small one best--the
one that was in the scene before this."

"Oh, you mean the jolly one?"

"Yes."

"That's you, Alice," whispered Ruth. "Now it's your turn for your
ears to burn."

"I thought you'd like this," commented Russ. "This film is a hit, all
right."

And so it seemed, for the audience applauded when the little photo
play was over, and that is a pretty good test.

"I think they were perfectly splendid," said another voice off to the
left.

"Who, those two girls in that play?" some one asked.

"Yes. They're new ones, too. I haven't seen them in any of the
Comet's other plays."

"Yes, I guess they must be new," and this was a girl's voice back in
the darkness of the theater. "Oh, I'd like to meet them! I wish I
could act for the movies!"

"She doesn't know how near she is to meeting us!" whispered Alice to
her sister, as the next film was flashed on the white screen. "Did
you ever have an experience like this before?"

"I never did!"

CHAPTER XIX

A BIT OF OUTDOORS

"Wasn't it fine!"

"Splendid! I never expected to see myself like that."

"Neither did I. Russ, how did you come to think of it?"

"Oh, it just came to me," he answered, chuckling.

The two "moving picture girls," as they laughingly called themselves,
with Russ, were on their way home from the little theater where they
had just witnessed the depiction of themselves on the screen. T