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no work that day. There was no rain the next day, but there was no work either, for the day was so hot that the film began to run. The makeups of the actors had been running from the moment they had put them on, but it would have been possible to keep replacing makeup. There was not the slightest possibility of making a picture with running film.
So the second day was a dead loss.
On the third day Wappinger managed to shoot two scenes on the road that led from the town to the ranch. He could have shot more had not an assistant camera man forgotten to bring the film case and the property man forgotten to bring the reflectors.
To Mr. Bloom, sitting on the porch of the Metropolitan Hotel, it seemed that the sun, which on this third day was a big, red ball, leered at him as it dropped below the horizon.
Julie Douglas, cool and in a white, fluffy dress that made her seem more innocent than ever, pushed open the screen door, glided across the unpainted floor of the porch and slid into a rocking chair beside that in which sat her employer.
"Nice evening," she said prettily.
"I see you got over your cold," returned Mr. Bloom, his gloomy eyes still fixed on the sand and the sage brush.
"Why, I've had no cold," she objected.
"No?" he asked, surprised. "No."
"I thought you had," he said; "I thought you had such a bad cold you couldn't speak to anybody."
"I just said it was a nice evening," she reminded him.
"It ain't polite to contradict a lady," he grunted.
"Don't you think it's a nice evening?" she insisted.
He groaned.
"Julie," he said, almost fiercely, "I don't know whether you're more aggervating when you don't talk about nothing or when you do talk about nothing."
She would not be rebuffed, but edging her chair closer to his, she asked sweetly:
"Things are certainly going to hell up here, aren't they ?"
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