d then the
trouble began--trouble of a jealous nature, all being woven into a
little country romance that had its start in the schoolhouse.

All was going well, and Russ was clicking merrily away at the camera,
when suddenly one of the real pupils--a red-haired boy--cried at the
top of his voice:

"Bees! Look out for the bees! There's a swarm of bees headed this
way!"

And through the open windows of the school there came a curious
humming sound.

CHAPTER XIX

FILMING THE BEES

There was an instant scramble on the part of the school children.
They made a rush for the door.

"Stop! Keep still--you're spoiling the scene!" cried Mr. Pertell,
fairly hopping about in his excitement.

The humming sound came nearer, and there was more haste on the part
of the youngsters to leave the schoolroom. The players, on the other
hand, seemed to feel no alarm; but there was no use in going on with
their parts if the others did not carry out the scene.

"Stop! Stop!" cried the manager. "There's no danger!"

"No danger!" cried the red-haired boy who had given the alarm. "What
d'ye call that! Wow!" and he slapped the back of his neck vigorously.

"I'm stung!" he yelled.

"So'm I!" cried a girl near him.

"Me, too!" exclaimed another boy.

The humming sound was much louder now, and several small insects
could be seen flying about the room.

"I guess we'd better get out of this!" cried Russ, as he prepared to
abandon his camera.

"It would be best," advised the teacher. "There is a swarm of bees
outside, and some of them are in here. They may sting all of us."

"Well, this is a new one--a moving picture spoiled by bees!" cried
Mr. Pertell. "I never----"

"One got me!" interrupted Mr. Sneed. "I knew something would happen.
If there's anything going I get it--from bulldogs to bees!"

He began rubbing vigorously at his cheek, where a bee had saluted him
too ardently.

"Come on--everybody out!" ordered Mr. Pertell, making slaps at a bee
that was buzzing angrily around his head. There was no need to give
this direction to the school children, for they were already outside,
and now the teacher hastened out, while the moving picture players
lost no time in following her example.

"Ouch! One got me that time!" cried Paul, who was hurrying out at the
side of Alice.

"Did it hurt much?" she asked.

"Not much now; but it will more, later," he said, as he examined his
wrist to see if the bee's sting had been left