"I didn't know you was going to town, Miss Thorpe." "Just decided," said Azalea, carelessly; "and I don't want breakfast,--only a cup of coffee and a bit of toast.

There's a good cookie." Smiling at the cajolery, the cook bustled about and soon had an appetising little repast ready.

Azalea gratefully accepted the poached egg and the marmalade in addition to what she had requested, and in a short time had finished and prepared to depart.
But she did not ask for one of the Farnsworth motor-cars; instead, she walked swiftly out of the gate and down the street toward the trolley line.
She waited for a car and when it came she got aboard and settled down for a long ride.
At last she got out and a short walk brought her to her destination.
This was nothing more nor less than a great moving-picture studio.
There were a number of people about, all very busy and intent on what they were doing.
Azalea seemed to be known, for two or three nodded pleasantly to her as she went swiftly along to the office.
There she presented herself, and was received by Mr.Bixby, the man who had one day called on her at Wistaria Porch.
"Well, Miss Thorpe," he said, briskly, "I suppose you heard the news.
Miss Frawley has broken her ankle--" "Yes, I heard that," said Azalea, with a sympathetic look.
"And we think we want to put you in her place,--at least, for a trial." "I'm glad to try," Azalea said, earnestly.

"I'll do my best to make good.

But I can't bring the baby again." "Oh, pshaw, yes you can,--just once more, anyway.