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Aunt Jane's Nieces Out West

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"We shall certainly see it," announced Uncle John.

When Mr. Werner had gone they conversed for some time on the subject of

motion pictures, and the man's remarkable statement concerning them.

"I had no idea," Beth confessed, "that the industry of making pictures is

so extensive and involves so much thought and detail."

"And money," added Uncle John. "It must be a great expense just to

employ that army of actors."

"I suppose Mr. Werner, being a theatrical man, has drawn the long bow in

his effort to impress us," said Patsy. "I've been thinking over some of

the pictures I've seen recently and I can't imagine a moral, however

intangible or illusive, in connection with any of them. But perhaps I

wasn't observant enough. The next time I go to a picture show I shall

study the plays more carefully."

CHAPTER III

AN ATTRACTIVE GIRL

On Saturday they were treated to a genuine surprise, for when the omnibus

drew up before the hotel entrance it brought Arthur Weldon and his

girl-wife, Louise, who was Uncle John's eldest niece. It also brought

"the Cherub," a wee dimpled baby hugged closely in the arms of Inez, its

Mexican nurse.

Patsy and Beth shrieked in ecstasy as they rushed forward to smother

"Toodlums," as they irreverently called the Cherub, with kisses. Inez, a

handsome, dark-eyed girl, relinquished her burden cheerfully to the two

adoring "aunties," while Uncle John kissed Louise and warmly shook the

hand of her youthful husband.

"What in the world induced you to abandon your beloved ranch?" inquired

Mr. Merrick.

"Don't ask me, sir!" replied Arthur, laughing at the elder gentleman's

astonishment. He was a trim young fellow, with a clean-cut, manly face

and frank, winning manners.

"It's sort of between hay and grass with us, you know," he explained.

"Walnuts all marketed and oranges not ready for the pickers. All our

neighbors have migrated, this way or that, for their regular winter

vacations, and after you all left, Louise and I began to feel lonely. So

at breakfast this morning we decided to flit.

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