When he rejoined them he brought the lady and the two beautiful girls with him, introducing Mrs. Montrose as one of his former acquaintances in New York, where she had been a near neighbor to the Weldons.  The girls, who proved to be her nieces instead of her daughters, were named Maud and Florence Stanton, Maud being about eighteen years of age and Florence perhaps fifteen.  Maud’s beauty was striking, as proved by Patsy’s admiration at first sight; Florence was smaller and darker, yet very dainty and witching, like a Dresden shepherdess.

The sisters proved rather shy at this first meeting, being content to exchange smiles with the other girls, but their aunt was an easy conversationalist and rambled on about the delights of Hollywood and southern California until they were all in a friendly mood.  Among other things Mrs. Montrose volunteered the statement that they had been at the hotel for several weeks, but aside from that remark disclosed little of their personal affairs.  Presently the three left the hotel and drove away in an automobile, having expressed a wish to meet their new friends again and become better acquainted with them.

“I was almost startled at running across Mrs. Montrose out here,” said Arthur.  “After father’s death, when I gave up the old home, I lost track of the Montroses; but I seem to remember that old Montrose went to the happy hunting grounds and left a widow, but no children.  I imagine these people are wealthy, as Montrose was considered a successful banker.  I’ll write to Duggins and inquire about them.”

“Duggins seems to know everything,” remarked Louise.

“He keeps pretty good track of New York people, especially of the old families,” replied her husband.

“I can’t see what their history matters to us,” observed Patsy.  “I like to take folks as I find them, without regard to their antecedents or finances.  Certainly those Stanton girls are wonderfully attractive and ladylike.”

But now the baby claimed their attention and the rest of that day was passed in “visiting” and cuddling the wee Toodlums, who seemed to know her girl aunties and greeted them with friendly coos and dimpled smiles.

On Sunday they took a motor trip through the mountain boulevards and on their way home passed the extensive enclosure of the Continental Film Company.  A thriving village has been built up at this place, known as Film City, for many of those employed by the firm prefer to live close to their work.  Another large “plant” of the same concern is located in the heart of Hollywood.

As they passed through Film City Uncle John remarked: 

“We are invited to visit this place and witness the making of a motion picture.  I believe it would prove an interesting sight.”

“Let us go, by all means,” replied Arthur.  “I am greatly interested in this new industry, which seems to me to be still in its infancy.  The development of the moving picture is bound to lead to some remarkable things in the future, I firmly believe.”