“She does indeed!  She’s quite correct now,—­in her actual doings.  It’s only in some burst of enthusiasm that she oversteps the bounds of propriety.  Well, that’s all.  I thought I’d tell you,—­for it isn’t right that you shouldn’t know.  And there’s no mistake.  There’s only one Azalea Thorpe.”

“Was her name on the programme?”

“No; she didn’t have a star part,—­not even a named part.  She was one of a crowd,—­cowboys, ranch girls, and a general horde of ‘woollies.’  Don’t accuse her of it, Patty; get around her and see what she says.”

“Goodness, Mona, give me credit for a little tact!  I’ll find out in the best way.  What was the name of the play?”

“‘Star of the West.’  A splendid thing,—­have you seen it?”

“No; we almost never go.”

“Oh, we go a lot, we love moving pictures.”

“I’d like to see this one,—­before I speak to Azalea.  Is it on now?”

“Yes, at The Campanile.  Let’s go down to-morrow,—­just you and me.  We can be back in a couple of hours.”

“Well, I’ll see.  Probably I can go.”

In the meantime, Azalea and Van Reypen were talking of the same play.

“I saw a picture play last night,” Phil was saying, “with a girl in it that looked exactly like you.”

“What was the play?” asked Azalea, interestedly.

“‘Star of the West.’  It was a good play, but I was most interested in the girl I speak of.  She was really your double,—­but she did things that I don’t believe you could compass,—­athletic as you are.”

“I’d like to see it,” said Azalea, thoughtfully.

“Oh, go with me, will you?  I’m going to stay up here over the week-end,—­and we could skip down to-morrow afternoon, and be back by dinner time.”

“I’d love to go,—­but Patty doesn’t greatly approve of the ‘movies.’”

“Oh, never mind that.  You’ve a right to go, if you choose.  And you needn’t say where we’re going, till we get back.  Say we’re going to take in a matinee.”

“Well, I’ll go,” Azalea said decidedly, “for I’m crazy to see that play.  What’s the girl’s name?”

“Dunno.  It wasn’t on the bill.  But, truly, Azalea, you’ll be surprised to see how much like you she is!”

Azalea hesitated.  She knew it was taking a great risk to go with Phil, but she was most anxious to see how she looked on the screen.

This, she knew, was the first picture released in which she had taken a part.  It was only a small part, but she had done well, the manager said, and that had been the reason for her further advancement.

She had wanted to see it over at the studio, but her visits there had been so hurried, and she had been so eager to get back, she never dared take the time to see the pictures exhibited.

The two returned to the house, and Patty greeted them gaily.

“Well, wanderers, you’re the last of the company to report!  Where have you been?”