"Well，after we found ourselves poor and without resources we began wondering what we could do to earn money.A friend of Aunt Jane's knew a motion picture maker who wanted ？fty young girls for a certain picture and would pay each of them ？ve dollars a day.Flo and I applied for the job and earned thirtydollars between us；but then the manager thought he wouldlike to employ us regularly，and with Auntie to chaperon us we accepted the engagement.The first few weeks we merely appeared among the rabble—something like chorus girls，you see—but then we were given small parts and afterward more important ones.When we discovered our own value to the film makers Auntie managed to get us better engagements，so we've acted for three different concerns during the past two years，while Aunt Jane has become noted as a clever judge of the merits of scenarios.""Do both of you girls play star parts ？"Beth inquired.
"Usually.Flo is considered the best 'child actress'in the business，but when there is no child part she makes herself useful in all sorts of ways.To—day，for instance，you saw her among the dancing girls.I do the ingenuea，or young girl parts，which are very popular just now.I did not want to act 'Delilah，'for I thought I was not old enough；but Mr.McNeil wanted me in the picture and so I made myself took as mature as possible.""You were ideal ！"cried Patsy，admiringly.
They ounggirlblushe dat thisprise ，but said deprecatinglyb：
"I doubt if I could ever be a really great actress；but then，I do not intend to act for many more years.Our salary is very liberal at present，as Goldstein grudginglyc informed you，and we are saving money.As soon as we think we have acquired enough to live on comfortably we shall abandonacting and live as other girls do.""The fact is，"added Flo，"no one will employ us whenwe have lost our youth.So we are taking advantage of these few ？eeting years to make hay while the sun shines.""Do many stage actresses go into the motion picture business？"asked Beth.
"A few，but all are not competent，"replied Maud."In the 'silent drama'facial expression and the art of conveying information by a gesture is of paramounta importance.In other words，action must do the talking and explain everything.I am told that some comedians，like 'Bunny'and Sterling Mace，were failures on the stage，yet in motion pictures they aregreat favorites.On the other hand，some famous stage actors can do nothing in motion pictures."On their arrival at Santa Monica Mr.Merrick invited the party to be his guests at luncheon，which was served in a cozy restaurant overlooking the ocean.And then，although at this season it was bleak winter back East，all but Uncle John and Aunt Jane took a bath in the surf of the blue Paci？c，mingling with hundreds of other bathers who were enjoying the sport.
Mrs.Montrose and Uncle John sat on the sands to watch the merry scene，while the young people swam and splashed about，and they seemed—as Miss Patsy slyly observed—to "get on very well together.""And that is very creditable to your aunt，"she observedto Maud Stanton，who was beside her in the water，"for Uncle John is rather shy in the society of ladies and they ？ndhim hard to entertain.""He seems like a dear old gentleman，"said Maud.
"He is，indeed，the dearest in all the world.And，if he likes your Aunt Jane，that is evidence that she is all right，too；for Uncle John's intuition never fails him in the selection of friends.He—""Dear me ！"cried Maud；"there's someone in trouble，I'm sure."She was looking out across the waves，which were fairlyhigh to—day，and Patsy saw her lean forward and strike out to sea with strokes of remarkable swiftness.Bathers were scattered thickly along the coast，but only a few had ventured far out beyond the life—lines，so Patsy naturally sought an explanation by gazing at those farthest out.At first she was puzzled，for all the venturesomea seemed to be swimming strongly and composedlyb；but presently a dark form showed on the crest of a wave—a struggling form that tossed up its arms despairingly and then disappeared.
She looked for Maud Stanton and saw her swimming straight out，but still a long way from the person in distress.Then Patsy，always quick—witted in emergencies，made a dash for the shore where a small boat was drawn up on the beach.
"Come，Arthur，quick！"she cried to the young man，who was calmly wading near the beach，and he caught thenote of terror in her voice and hastened to help push the little craft into the water.
"Jump in ！"she panted，"and row as hard as you everrowed in all your life."Young Weldon was prompt to obey.He asked no useless questions but，realizing that someone was in danger，he pulled a strong，steady oara and let Patsy steer the boat.
The laughter and merry shouts of the bathers，who were all unaware that a tragedy was developing close at hand，rang in the girl's ears as she peered eagerly ahead for a sign to guide her.Now she espied Maud Stanton，far out beyond the others，circling around and diving into this wave or that as it passed her.
"Whoever it was，"she mutteredb，half aloud，"is surelydone for by this time.Hurry，Arthur ！I'm afraid Maud has exhausted all her strength."But just then Maud dived again and when she reappeared was holding fast to something dark and inanimate.A moment later the boat swept to her side and she said：
"Get him aboard，if you can.Don't mind me；I'm allright."Arthur reached down and drew a slight，boyish form over the gunwale，while Patsy clasped Maud's hand and helped the girl over the side.She was still strong，but panted from herexertionsa to support the boy.
"Who is it？"inquired Patsy，as Arthur headed the boat for the shore.
Maud shook her head，leaning forward to look at the faceof the rescued one for the ？rst time.
