"That's Peleg's place," explained Mr. Snubbins. "He's a right well-to-do
man, Peleg Morton is. We don't mind havin' our Celia go so much with
Sallie Morton--though her mother does say that Sallie puts crazy notions
into our Celia's head. But I reckon all gals is kinder crazy, ain't
they?" pursued the farmer, with one of his sly glances and chuckles.

"Always!" agreed Bess, heartily. "Half of our girls at Lakeview Hall have
to be kept in straightjackets, or padded cells."

"Mercy, Bess!" whispered Nan. "That's worthy of extravagant Laura
Polk herself."

"Thank you," responded Bess, as the farmer recovered from a fit of "the
chuckles" over Bess Harley's joke. Bess added this question:

"What particular form of insanity do your daughter and Sallie Morton
display, Mr. Snubbins?"

"Movin' picters," ejaculated the farmer. "Drat 'em! They've jest about
bewitched my gal and Sallie Morton."

"Goodness!" gasped Nan. "There aren't moving picture shows away out here
in the country, are there?"

"Oncet a week at the Corner," said Mr. Snubbins. "An' we all go. But that
ain't so much what's made Celia and Sallie so crazy. Ye see, las' fall
was a comp'ny makin' picters right up here in Peleg's west parster.
Goodness me! there was a crowd of 'em. They camped in tents like Gypsies,
and they did the most amazin' things--they sure did!