Therefore she was quite as mystified when she fell asleep at dawn as she had been when first her discovery was made.  She was half determined to probe for an explanation of the coincidence when she came downstairs to a late breakfast.  But no good opportunity presented itself for the broaching of any such inquiry.

She wished to make preparations for the fishing party in the Merry Andrew, and that kept her in the kitchen part of the day.  She baked a cake and made filling for sandwiches.

Betty Gallup accepted the invitation to accompany Louise on the sloop without hesitation.  She approved of Lawford Tapp.  Yet she dropped nothing in speaking of the young man to open Louise’s eyes to the fact that he was the son of a multi-millionaire.

The activities of the moving picture company increased on this day; but it was not until the following morning, when Louise went shoreward with the tackle and the smaller lunch basket, that she again saw Mr. Judson Bane to speak to.  As she sat upon the thwart of the old skiff where Washy Gallup had mended his net, the handsome leading man of the picture company strolled by.

Bane certainly made a picturesque fisherman, whether he looked much like the native breed or not.  An open-air studio had been arranged on the beach below the Bozewell bungalow, and Louise could see a director trying to give a number of actors his idea of what a group of fishermen mending their nets should look like.

“He should engage old Washy Gallup to give color to the group,” Louise said to Bane, laughing.

“Anscomb is having his own troubles with that bunch,” sighed the leading man.  “Some of them never saw a bigger net before than one to catch minnows.  Do you sail in this sloop I see coming across from the millionaire’s villa, Miss Grayling?”

“Yes,” Louise replied.  “Mr. Tapp is kind enough to take us fishing.”

“You are, then, one of these fortunate creatures,” and Bane’s sweeping gesture indicated that he referred to the occupants of the cottages set along the bluff above The Beaches, “who toil not, neither do they spin.  I fancied you might be one of us.  Rather, I’ve heard that down here.”

“That surmise gained coinage when I first arrived at Cardhaven,” Louise said, dimpling.  “I did nothing to discourage the mistake, and I presume Gusty Durgin still believes I pose before the camera.”

“Gusty has aspirations that way herself,” chuckled Bane.  “She is a character.”

“I wonder what kind of screen actress I would make?”

He smiled down at her rather grimly.  “The kind the directors call the appealing type, I fancy, Miss Grayling.  Though I have no doubt you would do much better than most.  Making big eyes at a camera is the limit of art achieved by many of our feminine screen stars.  I do not expect to put in a very pleasant summer amid my present surroundings.”

“Oh, then you are here for more than one picture.”