"It was in that climbing scene. You know she climbs the sheer precipice of rock. There are hidden spikes driven into the rock for her feet, of course, but she missed one, and fell." "I'll be as careful as I can, but I may miss it, too." "In that case, we'll have to get some one else," said Mr. Bixby, coolly. "Are you ready for work?" "Oh, yes," and then Azalea was shown to the dressing-rooms. This was her secret. For years she had wanted to be a moving-picture actress, and she had hoped before she left Arizona for New York that she might get an opportunity to take up the work. She had expected to begin with minor parts, and hoped by her skill and earnest efforts to attain eminence. On the train, coming East, she had formed an acquaintance with Mr. Bixby and his wife, who were in the business. As their studio was not far from the Farnsworth home, Azalea had made plans with them to engage in the work. She had carried out these plans, and had been over to the studios several times, taking parts in which they needed a substitute. She had done so well and had shown such promise that Mr. Bixby urged her to become a regular actress in his company. But Azalea was so uncertain as to how Patty and Bill would regard such a move on her part, that she had so far kept the matter to herself. Then, when the star actress had met with an accident, and the management had concluded to offer Azalea her place, it was a great chance for the girl. She had come over this morning to give it a trial, entirely at sea as to her subsequent attitude toward the Farnsworths. She thought she would be guided by circumstances as to whether she would confide all to them, or whether she would continue her secrecy as to her movements. Mrs. Bixby attended to her in the dressing-room. All of Miss Frawley's costumes, it was found, could be altered to fit Azalea. As one in a dream, the girl stood to be fitted, while seamstresses and modistes hovered about her. Then she was informed that the work that day would be only rehearsing and the pictures would not actually be taken until her costumes were ready. Submissively she did exactly as she was told, and so well did she act the parts assigned her, that Mr. Bixby expressed hearty approval. Azalea was there nearly all day, and when at last she turned her face homeward, a great dismay seized her. "What's the matter, child?" asked kindly Mrs. Bixby, who was saying good-bye. "Oh, I don't know what to do!" Azalea was tempted to tell the director's wife all her troubles. But Mrs. Bixby was a busy lady, and she said, "Not now, dearie. You skittle home, and to-morrow maybe I can take a couple hours off to hear your tale of woe. You know you've already told me your swagger relatives would throw a fit if they knew what you were up to. Well, I guess it's about fit time!"