CHAPTER II.
AN OBJECT LESSON It was the following afternoon when Uncle John captured his casual acquaintance, Mr.Otis Werner, in the office of the hotel and dragged the motion picture man away to his rooms to be introduced to his nieces.
"Here, my dears, is Mr.Werner," he began, as he threw open the door of their apartment and escorted his companion in.

"He is one of those picture makers, you'll remember, and--and--" He paused abruptly, for Beth was staring at Mr.Werner with a frown on her usually placid features, while Patsy was giggling hysterically.

Mr.
Werner, a twinkle of amusement in his eye, bowed with exaggerated deference.
"Dear me!" said Uncle John.

"Is--is anything wrong!" "No; it's all right, Uncle," declared Patsy, striving to control a fresh convulsion of laughter.

"Only--this is the same dreadful manager who dragged us into his picture yesterday." "I beg your pardon," said Mr.Werner; "I'm not a manager; I'm merely what is called in our profession a 'producer,' or a 'stage director.'" "Well, you're the man, anyhow," asserted Patsy.