He was now able to make up himself, and he dressed in the country-boy costume that had been provided.

It was perhaps not so attractive a costume as Edgar Wayne had worn, consisting of loose-fitting overalls that came well above his waist and were fastened by straps that went over the shoulders; but, as Baird remarked, the contrast would be greater when he dressed in rich city clothes at the last.

His hair, too, was no longer the slicked-back hair of Parmalee, but tousled in country disorder.
For much of the action of the new piece they would require an outside location, but there were some interiors to be shot on the lot.

He forgot the ill-fitting overalls when shown his attic laboratory where, as an ambitious young inventor, sustained by the unfaltering trust of mother and sister, he would perfect certain mechanical devices that would bring him fame, fortune, and the love of a pure New York society girl.

It was a humble little room containing a work-bench that held his tools and a table littered with drawings over which he bent until late hours of the night.
At this table, simple, unaffected, deeply earnest, he was shown as the dreaming young inventor, perplexed at moments, then, with brightening eyes, making some needful change in the drawings.