in some sort of order.

"Don't worry about that," said Paul, quickly. "It looks nicer that
way."

"As if I would believe that!" she challenged. "Well, if we're going,
let's go. Don't forget, Russ, what you promised about getting us in
the rear entrance. I wouldn't have Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon see
me this way for anything--I'd never hear the last of it!"

"Does your head hurt?" asked Paul, coming closer to examine the spot
where the floating log had hit Alice.

"Just a little," she admitted. "It's lucky, though, that my hair is
so thick."

They set off, Paul and Alice following Russ, who went on ahead with
his moving picture camera.

"I certainly have a fine film," he said, "but I don't believe I would
have taken it if I had known it was the real thing in the way of a
rescue. I'd have jumped in and given a hand myself."

"It was very good of you, Paul," murmured Alice, but when he looked
into her eyes she turned her own gaze away.

"I--I wouldn't have missed the opportunity of saving you for--for
anything," he said, softly.

On the way to the farmhouse, over the bridge and along the country
road, a few passing farmers turned to gaze curiously at the two
dripping figures, and one grizzled man, seeing the camera Russ
carried, and knowing moving picture actors were at Oak Farm, said,
loudly enough to be heard:

"Wa'al, by hickory! Some folks is purtty hard put t' airn a livin'
now-a-days! Jumpin' in th' water t' have pictures made of 'em. G'lang
there!" and he drove on with his bony horse and ricketty wagon.

"You see, he thought the same thing that I did," laughed Russ.

The young moving picture operator was able to draw around to the
front of the farmhouse those of the theatrical company who were near
the rear, and he managed to keep them there until Paul and Alice had
a chance to slip in the side door, and get to their rooms unnoticed.
Ruth, however, saw Alice, just as she entered the apartment they
shared.

"Oh, my dear girl--you're all wet!" Ruth exclaimed.

"You generally get that way when you fall into the water," remarked
Alice, calmly. Then she told of the accident.

"Oh, what a narrow escape!" breathed Ruth, sinking into a chair. "You
quite frighten me!"

"You need not be frightened--now--it's all over," and Alice was quite
cool about it.

Nothing worse than a slight headache followed her experience in the
brook, but as much fuss was made over her, and as many kind inquiries
made, a