Because she took up the saddle by horn and cantle instead of doing it as Jean had taught her, she bungled its adjustment upon the horse's back.

Then the sorrel began to dance away from her, and Robert Grant Burns swore under his breath.
"Stop the camera!" he barked and waddled irately up to Muriel.

"This," he observed ironically, "is drama, Miss Gay.

We are not making slap-stick comedy to-day; and you needn't give an imitation of boosting a barrel over a fence." Tears that were real slipped down over the rouge and grease paint on Muriel's cheeks.

"Why don't you make that girl stop butting in ?" she flashed unexpectedly.