be
troubled with him again."

And Alice was not, nor was Miss Brown. That is, as regards the extra
player's trespassing on the grounds about the farmhouse. But he was of
the kind that is persistent, and on several occasions, when the duties
of the girls brought them near to where Whitlow was acting, he smiled
and smirked at them.

Alice wished to tell Paul about it and have him administer another and
more severe chastisement to Whitlow, but Ruth and Estelle persuaded the
impulsive one to forego doing so.

"I can look after myself, thank you, Alice dear," Estelle said. "Now
that I don't have to board in the bungalow with him it is easier."

"Don't make a scene," advised Ruth.

"Oh, but I just can't bear to have him look at me," Alice said.

Several of the scenes in the principal drama had been made, but most of
the largest ones, those of the battles, of Alice's spy work, and of
Ruth's nursing, were yet to come.

The making of a big moving picture is the work not of days, but of
weeks, and often of months. If every scene took place in a studio,
where artificial lights could be used, the filming could go on every day
the actors were on hand, or whenever the director felt like working them
and the camera men. Often in a studio, even, the director will be
notional--"temperamental," he might call it--and let a day go by, and
again the glare of the powerful lights may so affect the eyes of the
players that they have to rest, and so time is lost in that way.

But the time lost in a studio is as nothing compared to the time lost in
filming the big outdoor scenes. There the sun is a big factor, for a
brilliant light is needed to take pictures of galloping horses, swiftly
moving automobiles and locomotives, and every cloudy day means a loss of
time. For this reason many of the big film companies maintain studios in
California, where there are many days of sunshine. They can take
"outdoor stuff" almost any time after the sun is up.

But at Oak Farm there were times when everything would be in readiness
for a big scene, the camera men waiting, the players ready to dash into
their parts, and then clouds would form, or it would rain, and there
would be a postponement. But it was part of the game, and as the
salaries of the players went on whether they worked or not, they did not
complain.

One morning Alice, on going into Estelle's room, found her busy
"padding" herself before she put on her outer garments.

"What in th