"Wasn't it a dandy race?" cried Alice, as she and her sister, with Russ
and Paul, started back to the hotel.

"It was for you because you won, I suppose," remarked Miss Pennington, in
a disagreeable tone.

"Not at all," returned Alice, promptly. "It was a glorious race anyhow.
Winning didn't count; it was all for the picture."

"That's the way to look at it," said Paul, in her ear. "But, all the
same, I'm glad your boat won."

"Thanks," she replied, as she tripped along beside him.

Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, pausing a moment to "readjust their
complexions," as Alice said (for which she was reproved by Ruth), went on
by themselves.

The company of players remained in St. Augustine several days, and many
fine films resulted, the scenery lending itself particularly well to the
camera.

One act in a play took place at the alligator "farm," on Anastasia
Island. There Ruth and Alice saw 'gators in all stages, from tiny ones
just emerging from the shell, to big fourteen-foot ones--regular
"man-eaters" they were told.

"Ugh! the horrid creatures!" exclaimed Ruth, who could not repress a
shudder.