He's good and generous and kind,--but he hates anything like deceit,--and almost worse, he hates the whole moving-picture racket.

I don't mean the pictures themselves, exactly,--but the idea of anybody of his being in them.

And, oh, Ray,--it isn't only myself,--but I took--I took--" "I know,--you took the kiddy." "Yes, I did.

It didn't seem any harm, at first, and then, one day when I brought her home,--she was sleepy,--unusually so, I mean, and Nurse said she had been given soothing sirup,--and--I found out afterward she had! Mrs.Bixby had given her some, to keep her quiet in the picture, you know.

Of course, I never dreamed of such a thing,--why, Ray, that little girl is as dear to me,--almost,--as she is to Patty! I wouldn't harm a hair of her blessed little curly head! And I'd never have allowed a drop of that sirup, if I'd known it! But I just gave her to Mrs.Bixby to hold, while I changed my costume,--Mrs.Bixby seems a good woman--" "Oh, come now, I don't believe it hurt the child." "You don't know anything about such things.