"It's like one of those chases in the moving pictures," suggested Tom.

"Why, of course!" Ruth cried, relieved at once. "That's exactly what it
is," and she scrambled down the bank with the pail of barberries.

"What is _what_?" asked her chum.

"Moving pictures," Ruth said confidently. "That is, it will be a film in
time. They are making a picture over yonder. I can see the camera-man off
at one side, turning the crank."

"Cracky!" exclaimed Tom, grinning, "I thought that was a fellow with a
hand-organ, and I was looking for the monkey."

"Monkey, yourself," cried his sister, gaily.

"Didn't know but that he was playing for those 'crazy creeters'--as your
Aunt Alvirah would call them, Ruthie--to dance by," went on Tom. "Come on!
I've got this thing fixed up so it will hobble along a little farther.
Let's take the lane there and go down by the river road, and see what it's
all about."

"Good idea, Tommy-boy," agreed Ruth, as she got into the tonneau and sat
down beside Helen.

"Fancy! taking moving pictures out in the open in mid-winter," Helen
remarked. "Although this is a warm day."

"And no snow on the ground," chimed in Ruth. "Uncle Jabez was saying last