"Dif'rent from Gypsies," pursued the farmer, "they paid for all they got
around here. Good folks to sell chicken an' aigs to. City prices, we
got," and Mr. Snubbins licked his lips like a dog in remembrance of a
good meal.

"An' I vow ter Maria!" the man went on to say, with some eagerness. "We
'most all around here air in them picters; ya-as'm! Ye wouldn't think I
was an actor, would ye?" And he went off into another spasm of chuckles.

"Oh, what fun!" cried Bess.

"Paid us two dollars a day for jest havin' our photographts took, they
did," said Mr. Snubbins.

"And they paid three to the gals, 'cause they dressed up. That's what set
Celia and Sallie by the ears. Them foolish gals has got it in their heads
that they air jest cut out for movin' picter actresses. They wanter go
off ter the city an' git jobs in one o' chem there studios! Peleg says
he'll spank his gal, big as she is, if she don't stop sich foolish talk.
I reckon Celia won't go fur without Sallie."

"My! it must be quite exciting to work for the pictures," said
romantic Bess.

"Sure it is," chuckled the farmer. "One feller fell off a hoss while they
was up here an' broke his collarbone; an' one of the gals tried ter milk
our old Sukey from the wrong side, an' Sukey nigh kicked her through the
side of the shed," and Mr. Snubbins indulged in another fit of laughter
over this bit of comedy.