's not cross bridges until we come to them," returned her friend.

But perhaps Mr. Hammond felt less confidence than he managed to get into
his voice and appearance at that moment.

CHAPTER XV

THE YELLOW LADY

There could be no further haste about the making of the picture, "The
Long Lane's Turning." Although most of the big scenes were already shot,
those that remained to do held in them the more poignant action of the
piece and must be rehearsed over and over again.

Much time is sometimes spent upon a single scene--a few feet of a reel.
Infinite patience, repetition and experimenting go into the making of a
pictured story. Infinite detail and a close attention to that detail make
the successful picture.

To stage a "big" scene may seem to be a marvelous feat of the director.
But in a big scene, with a large number of actors, the latter are divided
into groups, each group has its captain, and each individual actor has to
follow the lead of his particular captain. The groups are trained and
perfected in every little motion before they come into the real scene
before the camera.

Thus the allegorical picture that was a prologue to "The Long Lane's
Turning" had been gone over and rehearsed again and again by the
principal actors in it, even before the company left New York City.

Now, with all these "big" scenes filmed, the more difficult work of
making the individual scenes of action came to the fore. Wonota had to be
coached over and over again in her scenes with Mr. Grand and Miss Keith.
Both the latter were well-practised screen actors and could register the
ordinary gamut of emotions as easily as they ate their breakfast or
powdered their noses.

With Wonota, however, it was different. In the first place, she came of a
tribe of people in whom it was bred to smother all expression of
emotion--even the most poignant. Wonota almost worshiped her father; but
did she ever look upon Chief Totantora with a smile of pride or with
affection beaming in her eyes?

"Not so you'd notice it," said Helen, on one occasion. "Ordinarily, as
far as her looks go, Totantora might be a stranger to her."

"Is there any wonder, then," sighed Ruth, "that we find it so hard to
make her register affection for Mr. Grand? And she already should have
learned to do that in that first picture we took out West."

"Maybe that's the reason," said Helen wickedly. "If she did not know Mr.
Grand's foibles so well, she might the be