ing to do anything that was asked, to make a good film."
"Yes, and she never found fault if someone made a break, and we had to film the scene all over again," put in Blake. "Do you remember the time she had to fall overboard, out of the boat on the lake?"
"I should say I did remember it! C. C. Piper was to rescue her, but he was so slow about it—so afraid he'd get drowned, or have wet feet, or something, that the scene was spoiled, and Birdie had to get into dry clothes, and act the whole thing over, taking a second plunge into the water."
"Mr. Ringold was sure mad at C. C. that day," laughed Blake. "But it didn't always happen that way. We've had our fun, too."
"Oh, sure. But we're not likely to this time—scooting around in the rain, on a river that's twice as big as it ought to be. Say, when we get to the junction we may be able to get a New York paper of to-day, and see how things are out in the flooded district now."
"Maybe we can," assented Blake.
The boys settled back in their seats, for the ride of about two hours to New York, for they were on a slow train. On receiving the news over the wire, they had hastily packed, and amid
