The Moving Picture Girls Under the Palms - Or Lost in the Wilds of Florida by Laura Lee Hope
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samples my tailor sends me. And really I shall not be sorry to get back
to deah old N'York and renew my wardrobe." "If he has any more suits he'll have to get a man to look after them," remarked Alice. "Oh, hush!" chided Ruth. Then silence once more settled down over the company on the upper deck of the _Magnolia_. An awning protected them from the hot sun, and really it was very pleasant traveling that way. Of course it was lonesome and the solitude was depressing. For days they would see nothing save perhaps the boat of some solitary fisherman, or alligator hunter. Occasionally they saw some of the big saurians themselves, as they slipped into the water from some log, or sand bar, on the approach of the steamer. Now and then some wild water fowl would dart across the bows of the boat, uttering its harsh cries. Russ got a number of fine nature films, but the real work of making dramas would not take place for another day or two. Meals were served aboard, though once or twice, when a long stop had to be made for the cutting of fuel, a shore party was made up. Then they would take their luncheon with them, seek out some little palm-shaded glade, and there feast and make merry. Ruth and Alice, with Paul and Russ, always enjoyed these trips. "I think this will about suit us," said Mr. Pertell, one evening, as the _Magnolia_ made a turn in the stream, and came to a place where another |
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