"Well, what's the matter now, Mr. Switzer?" asked the director, with a
touch of impatience.

"I haf forgotten der imbortant babers dot I haf to offer mine enemy in
dis play. I must have der babers."

"Gracious, I should say so!" said the manager. "Where's Pop Snooks?" and
he looked around for the property man, who had to produce on short notice
anything from a ten-ton safe to a hairpin.

"Hi, Pop!" called Mr. Pertell. "Make up a bundle of important,
legal-looking papers, with seals on. Mr. Switzer has to use 'em in this
play. I forgot to tell you."

"Have 'em for you right away!" cried the property man, and a little later
Mr. Switzer had his "babers."

"I guess we're all right now. Start up, Russ," ordered the stage
director, who was also the manager of the troupe.

"That was a mistake on the part of Mr. Pertell; wasn't it, Ruth?" asked
one of the young actresses--a pretty girl--of her sister, who stood near
her in the mimic scene.

"Yes, indeed, Alice. But it isn't often he makes one."

"No, indeed. Oh, we mustn't talk any more. I see him looking at us."

"Begin!" called the manager, sharply, and the play proceeded, while the
young moving picture operator clicked away at the handle of his camera,