The Moving Picture Girls Under the Palms - Or Lost in the Wilds of Florida by Laura Lee Hope
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_very_ wild part of this country?"
"Why, yes--rather so," was the not very reassuring answer. "You probably won't be able to get a room and bath at the hotel where we stop." "Oh, another one of those backwoods places," murmured Miss Pennington. "How horrid!" "Is there any--er--any society there?" asked Mr. Towne. "Hardly," answered the manager, "unless you call the natives society." "Wretched!" exclaimed the dude, with a wry face. "Hold on, though!" cried Mr. Pertell, "I believe that there are some of our first families there." "Ah, that is better," replied Mr. Towne, adjusting his lavender tie. "I shall include my evening clothes in my wardrobe, then." "I'd advise you to," remarked Mr. Pertell, with an assumption of gravity. "The Seminole Indians, to which I refer, are a very ancient and proud race, I understand, and doubtless a dress suit would appeal to them. They are the first families of Florida!" "Wretched joke!" muttered the actor. "I think I shall not go into the interior." "Oh, I think you will," retorted Mr. Pertell, easily. "Your contract calls for it." |
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