"As if I would believe that!" she challenged. "Well, if we're going, let's go. Don't forget, Russ, what you promised about getting us in the rear entrance. I wouldn't have Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon see me this way for anything--I'd never hear the last of it!" "Does your head hurt?" asked Paul, coming closer to examine the spot where the floating log had hit Alice. "Just a little," she admitted. "It's lucky, though, that my hair is so thick." They set off, Paul and Alice following Russ, who went on ahead with his moving picture camera. "I certainly have a fine film," he said, "but I don't believe I would have taken it if I had known it was the real thing in the way of a rescue. I'd have jumped in and given a hand myself." "It was very good of you, Paul," murmured Alice, but when he looked into her eyes she turned her own gaze away. "I--I wouldn't have missed the opportunity of saving you for--for anything," he said, softly. On the way to the farmhouse, over the bridge and along the country road, a few passing farmers turned to gaze curiously at the two dripping figures, and one grizzled man, seeing the camera Russ carried, and knowing moving picture actors were at Oak Farm, said, loudly enough to be heard: "Wa'al, by hickory! Some folks is purtty hard put t' airn a livin' now-a-days! Jumpin' in th' water t' have pictures made of 'em. G'lang there!" and he drove on with his bony horse and ricketty wagon. "You see, he thought the same thing that I did," laughed Russ. The young moving picture operator was able to draw around to the front of the farmhouse those of the theatrical company who were near the rear, and he managed to keep them there until Paul and Alice had a chance to slip in the side door, and get to their rooms unnoticed. Ruth, however, saw Alice, just as she entered the apartment they shared. "Oh, my dear girl--you're all wet!" Ruth exclaimed. "You generally get that way when you fall into the water," remarked Alice, calmly. Then she told of the accident. "Oh, what a narrow escape!" breathed Ruth, sinking into a chair. "You quite frighten me!" "You need not be frightened--now--it's all over," and Alice was quite cool about it. Nothing worse than a slight headache followed her experience in the brook, but as much fuss was made over her, and as many kind inquiries made, after the story became known, as though she had been seriously injured. Mr. Pertell, after duly saying how sorry he was at the occurrence, expressed his satisfaction over the fact that Russ had made a film of the happening, and at once set to work to devise a plot and play in which it would fit. As Alice had guessed, he had to have other water scenes, and some in which a boat figured, and Paul and Alice were called on again to go through some "stunts," on the mill stream. Thus a pretty little play was made out of what had been an accident. And, more often than once is that really done in the moving picture world.