"Gracious, I hope you don't infer that it's someone else's turn to-morrow!" "Hardly!" laughed Alice. "Hand me that cold cream, please, the salt air has chapped my face. Oh, say, did you notice how much color Laura had on to-day? If ever there was a 'hand-made' complexion hers was!" "You shouldn't say such things!" "Why not? When they're true! And such eyes as she made at poor Mr. Towne!" Ruth slipped a rosy palm over her sister's lips, but Alice pulled it away, and laughingly added: "She found that her glances failed to reach Paul, and so she's trying her 'wireless' on--" "Alice, you _must_ stop. Someone may hear you!" "Can't! Daddy has the stateroom on one side, and Mr. Pertell the other, and they're both sound sleepers. But I've finished anyhow. You put out the light," and with a bound, having completed her toilette, Alice was in her berth. Ruth sighed, and then sat again staring off into space. It must have been some little time, too, for when she turned to look at her sister, Alice was breathing deeply in sleep. "Dear Alice!" murmured Ruth, and she bent over her for a moment, and kissed her lightly on the cheek--as gently as the fall of a rose petal. Soon the older sister, too, was asleep. In order that there might be no trouble among the members of the moving picture company over the statement made in the newspaper that perhaps the two girls had fallen victims to alligators, Ruth, next morning, carefully cut out the item, and put it away among her things. "It may be silly," she said to Alice, "but--" "It _is_ silly to imagine anything like that," was the quick retort. "But it's best to be on the safe side," finished Ruth, gently. "Mr. Sneed is so peculiar." "I agree with you there, sister mine. Well, you've taken the precautions, anyhow. My, I'm hungry! I hope breakfast is ready." "You are not troubled with _mal-de-mer_, then?" "Not a bit of it, and I never was out on the ocean before. It isn't a bit rough; is it?" "Well, we did roll some during the night, but then the sea is calm. Wait until we get a storm." "I do hope one comes!" "Alice DeVere!" "Well, I mean just a _little_ one, with waves like little hills, instead mountains." The only members of the film company who did not present themselves at the breakfast table were Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon. They breakfasted in their staterooms, but it was noticed that the trays came out about as well filled as they went in, from which it might be gathered that they were not altogether free from the toll the sea exacts from most travelers. "My, how charming you look!" observed Paul to Alice as he joined her on deck, and arranged her steamer chair out of the wind. She had on a new jacket, and a little toque, the brown fur of which matched her eyes, and brought out, in contrast, the damask of her cheeks. "Thank you," she laughed in retort. "I might say the same of you. That's a good-looking coat."