again? Git on out of here!"

"I will not! I've wrapped this bandage around my head on purpose so they
won't know me. Let me come in, will you? That's real lemonade them
pretty nurses is givin' out to drink, and I'm as dry as a fish. I've
been firin' one of them guns until I've swallowed enough smoke to play
an animated cannon ball. Let me in the horspital."

"Yes, let him in!" called Mr. Pertell through his megaphone. He was at
the far end of the shack that had been hastily erected on Oak Farm as a
hospital, for the last big scenes of the war play, "A Girl in Blue and A
Girl in Gray."

"All right, just as you say," answered the orderly. "Come on in, Bill.
Are you going to die this time?"

"I am not! I'm going to be one of them converts, and get chicken
sandwiches and jelly."

"You mean convalescent."

"Um. That's it! Lead me to me bed, will you, for I'm a sadly wounded old
soldier--that's what I am."

Amid laughter he was led to a cot, where a smiling nurse tucked him in
between the yellow sheets. For, as has been said, yellow takes the place
of white in inside scenes.

And this was an inside scene, powerful electric lights dispelling all
shadows so the cameras could film every motion and expression.

"Now remember!" called Mr. Pertell when the "wounded man," one of the
extra players, had been comfortably put to bed, "remember no smiling or
laughing when we begin to make the picture. This is supposed to be
serious."

The rehearsal went on and finally the director announced that he was
satisfied. Then the scenes were enacted over again, but with more
tenseness and with a knowledge that every motion was being filmed with
startling exactness.

"Now, Ruth, you come on!" called Mr. Pertell. "We've made a little
change from the original scenario. You're to relieve Miss Dixon, who has
been on this case. He's one of the Northern officers, you remember, and
he has with him papers that the Confederacy would do much to get.

"They are under the officer's pillow, you know. He is afraid to let them
out of his possession. You must humor him, though you know that the
papers will soon have to be taken away as he is to be operated on. It is
here that Alice, as the spy, gets her chance. She pretends to be one of
the nurses of this hospital, dons the uniform, and comes in here to get
the papers. Are you ready?"

"Yes," answered Ruth.

Then the big hospital scene began.

Ruth, in her garb of a nurse, took her place at t