"Oh, I'll get a doctor if he bites you!" promised the manager. "See him get into the action! This will be a great picture. I'll have to get a story that it will fit in."
But at last even the enthusiastic manager was satisfied with the water scene, and he allowed the almost exhausted Mr. Bunn a rest.
"Look at me—look at me!" groaned the actor, as he gazed down at his suit, which dripped water at every point.
"Wait now; don't go away!" objected Mr. Pertell. "I want to get you in another scene now. Come around to the barn."
"What! Film me in this water-soaked suit!" protested Mr. Bunn.
"Certainly. I am going to make a whole reel of you."
"But my hat! Look at my hat! Ruined! Utterly ruined!"
"All the better. I want you in the character of a broken-down actor now, and you wouldn't look the part with a new and shiny tile. Put a couple of dents in it, Mr. Bunn!"
"Oh, you are heartless! Heartless!" cried the actor, as he completed the demolition of his cherished headpiece.
"Isn't it killing, Ruth?" asked Alice, who had come out with her sister to see the fun.
