Ruth sighed, and then sat again staring off into space. It must have been
some little time, too, for when she turned to look at her sister, Alice
was breathing deeply in sleep.

"Dear Alice!" murmured Ruth, and she bent over her for a moment, and
kissed her lightly on the cheek--as gently as the fall of a rose petal.
Soon the older sister, too, was asleep.

In order that there might be no trouble among the members of the moving
picture company over the statement made in the newspaper that perhaps the
two girls had fallen victims to alligators, Ruth, next morning,
carefully cut out the item, and put it away among her things.

"It may be silly," she said to Alice, "but--"

"It _is_ silly to imagine anything like that," was the quick retort.

"But it's best to be on the safe side," finished Ruth, gently. "Mr. Sneed
is so peculiar."

"I agree with you there, sister mine. Well, you've taken the precautions,
anyhow. My, I'm hungry! I hope breakfast is ready."

"You are not troubled with _mal-de-mer_, then?"

"Not a bit of it, and I never was out on the ocean before. It isn't a bit
rough; is it?"

"Well, we did roll some during the night, but then the sea is calm. Wait