en-fr  Laura Lee Hope » The Moving Picture Girls » Chapter 1.
Laura Lee Hope / Les filles font du cinéma / Chapitre I

UN DÉPART PRÉCIPITÉ

— Oh, Ruth, n'est-ce pas tout simplement magnifique ? Tu n'as pas envie de chanter et de danser ? Allons, faisons un pas de deux ! Je vais siffloter un air !

— Alice ! Comment peux-tu être aussi... aussi turbulente ? récrimina la plus grande des deux fillettes qui se tenaient au milieu de leur petit salon plutôt miteux.

— Turbulente ! Et pourquoi pas... vulgaire ? demanda en riant celle qui avait parlé la première. — Allez, reconnais-le ! C'est pas ce que tu voulais dire ? et la plus petite des deux, une fille plutôt potelée et jolie, avec des yeux bruns pétillants, mit son bras autour de la taille de sa sœur et s'efforça de la conduire à travers le labyrinthe de chaises dans le tourbillon d'une danse, tout en sifflant la joyeuse mélodie de l'un des derniers succès de Broadway.

— Oh, Alice ! entendait-on dire entre de petits rires nerveux. — Je ne... — Tu ne me comprends pas ? C'est ça, n'est-ce pas sœurette ? Oh, je peux lire en toi comme dans un livre. Mais, Ruth, pourquoi n'es-tu pas joyeuse une fois de temps en temps ? Pourquoi toujours ce regard de « jeune fille toute triste » sur ton visage ? Pourquoi ce regard lointain dans tes yeux ... « Anne, ma sœur Anne, ne vois-tu rien venir ? » Tu parles de Barbe bleue ! Allons, viens valser avec moi. Tu sais, j'ai appris le one-step et c'est charmant.

— Voyons, rions et chantons ! Vraiment, n'es-tu pas contente que papa ait enfin un engagement ? Un véritable engagement qui rapportera de l'argent véritable ! N'es-tu pas contente ? Cela va signifier tellement pour nous. De l'argent ! Dame, je n'ai pas vu suffisamment d'argent réel ces derniers temps pour qu'on ait une conversation intime ensemble. On nous a fait crédit sur tout, sauf pour les transports, et cela n'allait pas tarder à arriver. Dis-moi que tu es contente, Ruth !

La fille plus jeune abandonna la tentative d'entraîner sa sœur dans une danse, et se tint face à elle, le bras toujours autour de sa taille, les yeux bruns riants regardant avec malice les plus bleus de la fille plus grande.

— Contente ? — Bien sûr, je suis contente, Alice DeVere, et tu le sais. Je suis aussi contente que toi que papa ait un engagement. Il a attendu assez longtemps pour en avoir un, Dieu sait !

— Tu as une manière bizarre de montrer ta joie, commenta l'autre crûment, en haussant les épaules. Franchement, je peux à peine rester assise. La-la-la-la ! La-la-la-la ! La-la-la ! Elle fredonnait l'air d'une chanson de valse viennoise, tout en tournoyant gracieusement avec les bras étendus, sa robe flottant autour d'elle en forme de ballon.

— Oh, Alice ! Arrête ! désapprouva sa sœur.

— Je n'y peux rien, Ruth. J'ai juste envie de danser. La la !

Elle s'arrêta soudain alors qu'un vase, tombé d'une table, se brisait en mille morceaux sur le parquet.

— Oh ! s'écria Alice, consternée, devant les débris qu'elle avait malencontreusement provoqués. — Oh, chérie, et papa qui tenait tellement à ce vase !

— Vois ce que tu as fait là ! s'exclama Ruth, qui, quoique ayant seulement dix-sept ans, et deux ans de plus que sa soeur, était d'un tempérament plus calme. — Je t'ai dit de ne pas danser !

— Tu n'as rien fait de la sorte, Ruth DeVere. Tu es juste restée à me regarder, et tu n'as pas voulu participer, et peut-être que si tu l'avais fait, ça ne serait pas arrivé... et... et... Elle ne termina pas sa phrase, sa voix s'éteignit avec tristesse alors qu'elle se baissait pour ramasser les morceaux du vase.

— Ça ne peut pas être réparé non plus, continua-t-elle, et quand elle releva la tête, les yeux bruns rieurs étaient voilés d'une brume de larmes. Le cœur de Ruth s'adoucit instantanément.

— Là, ma chérie ! dit-elle, pour la réconforter. — C'est vrai, tu n'y es pour rien. Ne t'inquiète pas. Papa ne sera pas fâché quand tu lui diras que tu faisais juste une petite valse de bonheur parce qu'il a enfin un engagement.

Elle se pencha à son tour et ses cheveux clairs se mêlèrent aux tresses brun sombre de sa sœur pendant qu'elles ramassaient les fragments du vase.

— Je m'en moque ! finit par annoncer Alice, en s'effondrant sur une chaise. Je le dirai moi-même à papa. Même si le vase est cassé, de toute façon, je suis contente. Je l'ai jamais aimé. Je ne vois pas pourquoi papa a une telle passion pour les vieilles choses.

— Tu oublies, Alice, que c'était l'un des ... — De maman... oui, je sais... et elle soupira. Père le lui avait offert quand ils s'étaient mariés, mais vraiment, mère était comme moi, ce vase ne lui tenait guère à cœur.

— Oui, Alice, tu réagis plus comme maman, répondit Ruth avec une douce gravité. Tu lui ressembles de plus en plus chaque jour.

— C'est vrai ? et, ravie, la jeune fille se releva, oubliant pour le moment le chagrin causé par le vase. — Je lui ressemble vraiment, Ruth ? Je suis si contente ! Dis-m'en plus sur elle. Je me souviens à peine d'elle. Je n'avais que sept ans quand elle est morte, Ruth.

— Huit, ma chérie. Tu avais huit ans, mais tu étais une si toute petite chose. Tu tenais dans mes bras.

— Plus maintenant ! rit Alice, tout en jetant un œil à sa silhouette dodue. Pourtant, elle n'était pas trop en chair : elle arborait juste des courbes arrondies et les grâces de la féminité à venir.

— Disons que je ne te porterais pas longtemps, s'amusa Ruth. — Mais je me demande ce qui retient papa ! Il a téléphoné pour dire qu'il rentrait directement. Je suis tellement impatiente qu'il nous en parle !

— Comme moi ! Il a dû probablement rester pour organiser les répétitions, répondit Alice. — A-t-il dit pour quel théâtre il allait travailler ?

— The New Columbia. C'est aussi l'un des plus beaux de New York.

— Oh, je suis tellement heureuse. Désormais, nous pourrons aller le voir jouer de temps en temps... je me languis presque de voir les feux de la rampe, et j'entends presque déjà l'orchestre faire ses accords. Et tu sais, quand il n'avait pas d'engagement, papa ne nous laissait pas profiter de son privilège professionnel ni présenter sa carte au guichet.

— Oui, je sais qu'il est spécial là-dessus. Mais je serai trop heureuse d'assister à une pièce de temps en temps. Je suis presque rouillée. Je voulais tellement voir Maude Adams quand elle a joué ici. Mais... — Je n'y serais jamais allée fagotée comme j'étais. l'interrompit Alice. — Il me faut quelque chose de beau à porter, pas toi ?

— Bien sûr que si, ma chérie. Mais de la manière dont les choses se présentaient... — On a dû avaler nos hypothétiques tenues, rit Alice — C'était comme pour des naufragés, quand les matelots doivent couper leurs bottes en lanières et en faire un ragoût.

— Alice ! s'écria Ruth, presque indignée.

— C'était comme ça ! affirma sa sœur. — Mais, tu as bien dû lire ça des douzaines de fois dans ces romans que tu ne cesses de dévorer. Le héros et l'héroïne sur un radeau... elle lève les yeux au ciel et soupire. « Encore un peu de soupe de botte, mon chéri ? » Mais... l'époque où papa a été obligé de dépenser l'argent qu'il m'avait à moitié promis pour ce chemisier de soie, et cette fois où nous avons acheté le dîner à la charcuterie... tu sais, quand M. Blake s'est arrêté et que tu lui as demandé de rester pour le thé, quand il n'y avait rien de rien à manger à la maison... tu t'en souviens ?

— Oui, mais je ne vois pas ce que ç'a à faire avec les naufragés qui mangent leurs bottes. — Vraiment, Alice... Bien sûr que c'est pareil, expliqua joyeusement la cadette. Il n'y avait rien de bon à servir à M. Blake, j'ai pris l'argent prévu pour ma blouse et j'ai filé chez M. Dinkelspatcher... ou quelque soit son nom... et j'y ai acheté le repas. Eh bien voilà, nous avons mangé ma blouse, Ruth.

— Mais, Alice !

— Et j'aimerais que nous puissions refaire ce repas, continua l'autre sœur, en soupirant doucement. J'ignore ce que nous allons préparer pour ce soir. Combien reste-t-il dans le porte-monnaie ?

— Des clopinettes.

— Et je suppose qu'on doit les économiser, jusqu'à ce que papa touche son salaire, ce qui ne sera pas pour tout de suite. Mais nous devrions vraiment fêter ça, maintenant qu'il a enfin eu un peu de chance ! Oh, c'est tellement horrible d'être pauvre !

— Chut, Alice ! Les voisins vont t'entendre. Les murs de cet immeuble sont fins comme du papier à cigarette !

— Je m'en balance qu'ils puissent entendre. Ils savent tous que papa n'a pas eu de contrat théâtral depuis si longtemps. Et ils savent tous que nous n'avons pas « les moyens » comme tu dirais, ou nous n'habiterions pas ici. Évidemment qu'ils savent qu'on est pauvre... c'est pas nouveau !

— Je le sais, ma chérie. Mais tu es si... si véhémente.

— J'en suis bien contente. Oh, Ruth, quand renonceras-tu à essayer de prétendre que nous sommes ce que nous ne sommes pas ? Tu es une sœur chérie, gentille, douce, romantique, et un jour j'espère que le Prince charmant viendra sur son cheval blanc comme neige... dis-moi, Ruth, pourquoi un prince devrait-il toujours monter un cheval blanc comme neige ? C'est quelque chose qui n'a jamais été expliqué.

— Dans tous les romans et tous les contes de fées, le héros a une monture blanche pour qu'il puisse caracoler quand il sauve la jeune fille éplorée. Et s'il existe une couleur qui se salit la première, et qui fait ressembler un cheval au désespoir, c'est bien le blanc. Bien sûr, je sais qu'on peut conserver toute sa blancheur à un cheval de cirque, mais ce n'est pas pratique pour les princes ou les héros. La première flaque de boue dans laquelle il passe ... Et, oh, dis ! Et si, plus tard, le prince devait connaître des revers de fortune, et qu'il doive offrir ses services comme livreur de charbon ! Alors il serait mignon son coursier blanc comme neige ! Il y en a justement un dehors, et elle montra le bas de la rue du doigt à travers la fenêtre.

— Ruth, si ton prince vient un jour, insiste pour qu'il change son blanc coursier contre un brave cheval alezan. Il sera plus facile à entretenir.

— Ne sois pas bête, Alice !

— Oh, je n'y peux rien. Écoute, c'est papa qui arrive ?

Les deux filles tendirent l'oreille, tournant la tête vers la porte d'entrée.

— Non, c'est quelqu'un qui va chez les Dalwood... à l'autre bout du couloir.

Dans le couloir le bruit se fit plus fort. Il y eut des pas précipités, puis des voix plutôt fortes.

— Je te dis que je n'ai rien à faire avec toi, et tu n'as pas besoin de venir fouiner par ici. J'en ai fini avec toi !

— C'est Russ, chuchota Alice.

— Oui, acquiesça Ruth, et sa sœur put voir une légère couleur rosir la peau de ses joues claires.

Puis on entendit une voix affirmer : — Mais je vous dis que je peux le commercialiser à votre place, et vous obtenir quelque chose pour cela. Si vous essayez de faire cavalier seul... — Eh bien, c'est exactement ce que je vais faire — cavalier seul —, et je ne veux plus entendre parler de vous. Maintenant vous allez voir ailleurs !

— Mais écoutez... Il y eut un bruit de bagarre, et un corps s'écroula contre la porte de l'appartement des DeVere.

— Oh ! s'écrièrent Ruth et Alice à l'unisson.

Leur porte pivota sur ses gonds et s'ouvrit : quelqu'un avait apparemment attrapé la poignée pour éviter de tomber. Les filles aperçurent leur voisin de l'autre côté du hall, Russ Dalwood pour ne pas le nommer, poussant un homme étrange vers le haut de l'escalier.

— Hors de ma vue, maintenant ! hurla Russ, et l'homme partit sans demander son reste, manquant deux ou trois marches avant de retrouver son équilibre et de saisir la rampe de l'escalier.

— Oh, ferme la porte, fais vite, Alice ! haleta Ruth.

À suivre...
unit 1
Laura Lee Hope / The Moving picture Girls / Chapter 1.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 2
AN UNCEREMONIOUS DEPARTURE.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 3
"Oh, isn't it just splendid, Ruth?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 4
Don't you feel like singing and dancing?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 5
Come on, let's have a two-step!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 6
I'll whistle!"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 7
"Alice!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 8
How can you be so—so boisterous?"
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 9
unit 10
"Boisterous!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 11
Weren't you going to say—rude?"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 12
laughingly asked the one who had first spoken.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 13
"Come, now, 'fess up!
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 14
Weren't you?"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 16
"Oh, Alice!"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 17
came in rather fretful tones.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 18
"I don't—" "You don't know what to make of me?
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 19
That's it; isn't it, sister mine?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 20
Oh, I can read you like a book.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 21
But, Ruth, why aren't you jolly once in a while?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 22
Why always that 'maiden all forlorn' look on your face?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 23
Why that far-away, distant look in your eyes—'Anne, Sister Anne, dost see anyone approaching?'
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 24
Talk about Bluebeard!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 25
Come on, do one turn with me.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 26
I'm learning the one-step, you know, and it's lovely!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 27
"Come on, laugh and sing!
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 28
Really, aren't you glad that dad has an engagement at last?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 29
A real engagement that will bring in some real money!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 30
Aren't you glad?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 31
It will mean so much to us!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 32
Money!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 33
Why, I haven't seen enough real money of late to have a speaking acquaintance with it.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 34
We've been trusted for everything, except carfare, and it would have come to that pretty soon.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 35
Say you're glad, Ruth!"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 37
"Glad?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 38
Of course I'm glad, Alice DeVere, and you know it.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 39
I'm just as glad as you are that daddy has an engagement.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 40
He's waited long enough for one, goodness knows!"
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 42
"Why, I can hardly keep still.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 43
La-la-la-la!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 44
La-la-la-la!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 45
La-la-la!"
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 47
"Oh, Alice!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 48
Don't!"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 49
objected her sister.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 50
"Can't help it, Ruth.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 51
I've just got to dance.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 52
La-la!"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 53
She stopped suddenly as a vase crashed to the floor from a table, shattering into many pieces.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 54
"Oh!"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 55
cried Alice, aghast, as she stood looking at the ruin she had unwittingly wrought.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 56
"Oh, dear, and daddy was so fond of that vase!"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 57
"There, you see what you've done!"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 59
"I told you not to dance!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 60
"You did nothing of the sort, Ruth DeVere.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 63
Ruth's heart softened at once.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 64
"There, dear!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 65
she said in consoling tones.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 66
"Of course you couldn't help it.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 67
Don't worry.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 70
"I don't care!"
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 71
announced Alice, finally, as she sank into a chair.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 72
"I'll tell dad myself.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 73
I'm glad, anyhow, even if the vase is broken.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 74
I never liked it.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 75
I don't see why dad set such store by the old thing."
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 76
"You forget, Alice, that it was one of—" "Mother's—yes, I know," and she sighed.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 77
unit 78
"Yes, Alice, you are much as mother was," returned Ruth, with gentle dignity.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 79
"You are growing more like her every day."
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 80
"Am I, really?"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 81
and in delight the younger girl sprang up, her grief over the vase for the moment forgotten.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 82
"Am I really like her, Ruth?
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 83
I'm so glad!
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 84
Tell me more of her.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 85
I scarcely remember her.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 86
I was only seven when she died, Ruth."
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 87
"Eight, my dear.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 88
You were eight years old, but such a tiny little thing!
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 89
I could hold you in my arms."
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 90
"You couldn't do it now!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 91
laughed Alice, with a downward glance at her plump figure.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 92
Yet she was not over-plump, but with the rounding curves and graces of coming womanhood.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 93
"Well, I couldn't hold you long," laughed Ruth.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 94
"But I wonder what is keeping daddy?
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 95
He telephoned that he would come right home.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 96
I'm so anxious to have him tell us all about it!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 97
"So am I.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 98
Probably he had to stay to arrange about rehearsals," replied Alice.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 99
"What theater did he say he was going to open at?"
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 100
"The New Columbia.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 101
It's one of the nicest in New York, too."
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 102
"Oh, I'm so glad.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 105
"Yes, I know he is peculiar that way.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 106
But I shall be glad, too, to attend a play now and again.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 107
I'm getting quite rusty.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 108
I did so want to see Maude Adams when she was here.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 109
But—" "I'd never have gone in the dress I had!"
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 110
broke in Alice.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 111
"I want something pretty to wear; don't you?"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 112
"Of course I do, dear.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 113
But with things the way they were—" "We had to eat our prospective dresses," laughed Alice.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 115
"Alice!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 116
cried Ruth, rather shocked.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 117
"It was so!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 118
affirmed the other.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 119
"Why, you must have read of it dozens of times in those novels you're always poring over.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 120
The hero and heroine on a raft—she looks up into his eyes and sighs.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 121
'Have another morsel of boot soup, darling!'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 123
"Yes, but I don't see what it has to do with shipwrecked sailors eating their boots.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 124
Really, Alice—" "Of course it was just the same," explained the younger girl, merrily.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 126
Well, we ate my dress, that's all, Ruth."
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 127
"Why, Alice!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 128
"And I wish we had it to eat over again," went on the other, with a half sigh.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 129
"I don't know what we are going to do for supper.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 130
How much have we in the purse?"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 131
"Only a few dollars."
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 132
"And we must save that, I suppose, until dad gets some salary, which won't be for a time yet.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 133
And we really ought to celebrate in some way, now that he's had this bit of good luck!
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 134
Oh, isn't it just awful to be poor!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 135
"Hush, Alice!
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 136
The neighbors will hear you.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 137
The walls of this apartment house are so terribly thin!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 138
"I don't care if they do hear.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 139
They all know dad hasn't had a theatrical engagement for ever so long.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 140
And they know we haven't any what you might call—resources—or we wouldn't live here.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 141
Of course they know we're poor—that's no news!"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 142
"I know, my dear.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 143
But you are so—so out-spoken."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 144
"I'm glad of it.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 145
Oh, Ruth, when will you ever give up trying to pretend we are what we are not?
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 147
There's something that's never been explained.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 150
unit 151
The first mud puddle he splashed through—And, oh, say!
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 152
If the prince should fail in his fortunes later, and have to hire out to drive a coal wagon!
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 153
Wouldn't his milk-white steed look sweet then?
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 154
There goes one now," and she pointed out of the window to the street below.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 155
"Do, Ruth, if your prince comes, insist on his changing his steed for one of sober brown.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 156
It will wear better."
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 157
"Don't be silly, Alice!"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 158
"Oh, I can't help it.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 159
Hark, is that dad's step?"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 160
The two girls listened, turning their heads toward the hall entrance door.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 161
"No, it's someone over at the Dalwoods'—across the corridor."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 162
The noise in the hallway increased.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 163
There were hasty footsteps, and then rather loud voices.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 164
unit 165
I'm done with you!"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 166
"That's Russ," whispered Alice.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 167
"Yes," agreed Ruth, and her sister noted a slight flush on her fair cheeks.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 168
unit 170
Now you get out!"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 172
"Oh!"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 173
cried Ruth and Alice together.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 174
Their door swung open, for someone had seemingly caught at the knob to save himself from falling.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 176
"Now you get out!"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 178
"Oh, shut the door, quickly, Alice!"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 179
gasped Ruth.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 180
Literature Network / Laura Lee Hope / The Moving Picture Girls / Chapter 1.
1 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  translated  unit 172  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Gabrielle • 13947  commented on  unit 123  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Gabrielle • 13947  commented on  unit 121  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  commented on  unit 69  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Bouchka • 3709  commented on  unit 27  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Bouchka • 3709  translated  unit 54  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  translated  unit 52  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  translated  unit 48  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  commented on  unit 7  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  commented on  unit 7  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  commented on  unit 24  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  commented  5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13936  translated  unit 7  5 months, 2 weeks ago

Un article de Wikipédia, l'encyclopédie libre

Laura Lee Hope est un pseudonyme utilisé par le Syndicat Stratemeyer pour les Bobbsey Twins et plusieurs autres séries de romans pour enfants. Edward Stratemeyer , Howard et Lilian Garis , Elizabeth Ward , Harriet (Stratemeyer) Adams , Andrew E. Svenson, June Dunn, Grace Grote et Nancy Axelrad figurent parmi les rédacteurs qui ont écrit sous le pseudonyme de Laura Lee Hope.

by Oplusse 5 months, 2 weeks ago

Laura Lee Hope / The Moving picture Girls / Chapter 1.

AN UNCEREMONIOUS DEPARTURE.

"Oh, isn't it just splendid, Ruth? Don't you feel like singing and dancing? Come on, let's have a two-step! I'll whistle!"

"Alice! How can you be so—so boisterous?" expostulated the taller of two girls, who stood in the middle of their small and rather shabby parlor.

"Boisterous! Weren't you going to say—rude?" laughingly asked the one who had first spoken. "Come, now, 'fess up! Weren't you?" and the shorter of the twain, a girl rather plump and pretty, with merry brown eyes, put her arm about the waist of her sister and endeavored to lead her through the maze of chairs in the whirl of a dance, whistling, meanwhile, a joyous strain from one of the latest Broadway successes.

"Oh, Alice!" came in rather fretful tones. "I don't—"

"You don't know what to make of me? That's it; isn't it, sister mine? Oh, I can read you like a book. But, Ruth, why aren't you jolly once in a while? Why always that 'maiden all forlorn' look on your face? Why that far-away, distant look in your eyes—'Anne, Sister Anne, dost see anyone approaching?' Talk about Bluebeard! Come on, do one turn with me. I'm learning the one-step, you know, and it's lovely!

"Come on, laugh and sing! Really, aren't you glad that dad has an engagement at last? A real engagement that will bring in some real money! Aren't you glad? It will mean so much to us! Money! Why, I haven't seen enough real money of late to have a speaking acquaintance with it. We've been trusted for everything, except carfare, and it would have come to that pretty soon. Say you're glad, Ruth!"

The younger girl gave up the attempt to entice her sister into a dance, and stood facing her, arm still about her waist, the laughing brown eyes gazing mischievously up into the rather sad blue ones of the taller girl.

"Glad? Of course I'm glad, Alice DeVere, and you know it. I'm just as glad as you are that daddy has an engagement. He's waited long enough for one, goodness knows!"

"You have a queer way of showing your gladness," commented the other drily, shrugging her shapely shoulders. "Why, I can hardly keep still. La-la-la-la! La-la-la-la! La-la-la!" She hummed the air of a Viennese waltz song, meanwhile whirling gracefully about with extended arms, her dress floating about her balloonwise.

"Oh, Alice! Don't!" objected her sister.

"Can't help it, Ruth. I've just got to dance. La-la!"

She stopped suddenly as a vase crashed to the floor from a table, shattering into many pieces.

"Oh!" cried Alice, aghast, as she stood looking at the ruin she had unwittingly wrought. "Oh, dear, and daddy was so fond of that vase!"

"There, you see what you've done!" exclaimed Ruth, who, though only seventeen, and but two years older than her sister, was of a much more sedate disposition. "I told you not to dance!"

"You did nothing of the sort, Ruth DeVere. You just stood and looked at me, and you wouldn't join in, and maybe if you had this wouldn't have happened—and—and—"

She did not finish, her voice trailing off rather dismally as she stooped to pick up the pieces of the vase.

"It can't be mended, either," she went on, and when she looked up the merry brown eyes were veiled in a mist of tears. Ruth's heart softened at once.

"There, dear!" she said in consoling tones. "Of course you couldn't help it. Don't worry. Daddy won't mind when you tell him you were just doing a little waltz of happiness because he has an engagement at last."

She, too, stooped and her light hair mingled with the dark brown tresses of her sister as they gathered up the fragments.

"I don't care!" announced Alice, finally, as she sank into a chair. "I'll tell dad myself. I'm glad, anyhow, even if the vase is broken. I never liked it. I don't see why dad set such store by the old thing."

"You forget, Alice, that it was one of—"

"Mother's—yes, I know," and she sighed. "Father gave it to her when they were married, but really, mother was like me—she never cared for it."

"Yes, Alice, you are much as mother was," returned Ruth, with gentle dignity. "You are growing more like her every day."

"Am I, really?" and in delight the younger girl sprang up, her grief over the vase for the moment forgotten. "Am I really like her, Ruth? I'm so glad! Tell me more of her. I scarcely remember her. I was only seven when she died, Ruth."

"Eight, my dear. You were eight years old, but such a tiny little thing! I could hold you in my arms."

"You couldn't do it now!" laughed Alice, with a downward glance at her plump figure. Yet she was not over-plump, but with the rounding curves and graces of coming womanhood.

"Well, I couldn't hold you long," laughed Ruth. "But I wonder what is keeping daddy? He telephoned that he would come right home. I'm so anxious to have him tell us all about it!"

"So am I. Probably he had to stay to arrange about rehearsals," replied Alice. "What theater did he say he was going to open at?"

"The New Columbia. It's one of the nicest in New York, too."

"Oh, I'm so glad. Now we can go to a play once in a while—I'm almost starved for the sight of the footlights, and to hear the orchestra tuning up. And you know, while he had no engagement dad wouldn't let us take advantage of his professional privilege, and present his card at the box office."

"Yes, I know he is peculiar that way. But I shall be glad, too, to attend a play now and again. I'm getting quite rusty. I did so want to see Maude Adams when she was here. But—"

"I'd never have gone in the dress I had!" broke in Alice. "I want something pretty to wear; don't you?"

"Of course I do, dear. But with things the way they were—"

"We had to eat our prospective dresses," laughed Alice. "It was like being shipwrecked, when the sailors have to cut their boots into lengths and make a stew of them."

"Alice!" cried Ruth, rather shocked.

"It was so!" affirmed the other. "Why, you must have read of it dozens of times in those novels you're always poring over. The hero and heroine on a raft—she looks up into his eyes and sighs. 'Have another morsel of boot soup, darling!' Why, the time dad had to use the money he had half promised me for that charmeuse, and we bought the supper at the delicatessen—you know, when Mr. Blake stopped and you asked him to stay to tea, when there wasn't a thing in the house to eat—do you remember that?"

"Yes, but I don't see what it has to do with shipwrecked sailors eating their boots. Really, Alice—"

"Of course it was just the same," explained the younger girl, merrily. "There was nothing fit to give Mr. Blake, and I took the money that was to have been paid for my charmeuse, and slipped out to Mr. Dinkelspatcher's—or whatever his name is—and bought a meal. Well, we ate my dress, that's all, Ruth."

"Why, Alice!"

"And I wish we had it to eat over again," went on the other, with a half sigh. "I don't know what we are going to do for supper. How much have we in the purse?"

"Only a few dollars."

"And we must save that, I suppose, until dad gets some salary, which won't be for a time yet. And we really ought to celebrate in some way, now that he's had this bit of good luck! Oh, isn't it just awful to be poor!"

"Hush, Alice! The neighbors will hear you. The walls of this apartment house are so terribly thin!"

"I don't care if they do hear. They all know dad hasn't had a theatrical engagement for ever so long. And they know we haven't any what you might call—resources—or we wouldn't live here. Of course they know we're poor—that's no news!"

"I know, my dear. But you are so—so out-spoken."

"I'm glad of it. Oh, Ruth, when will you ever give up trying to pretend we are what we are not? You're a dear, nice, sweet, romantic sister, and some day I hope the Fairy Prince will come riding past on his milk-white steed—and, say, Ruth, why should a prince always ride a milk-white steed? There's something that's never been explained.

"All the novels and fairy stories have milk-white steeds for the hero to prance up on when he rescues the doleful maiden. And if there's any color that gets dirtier sooner, and makes a horse look most like a lost hope, it's white. Of course I know they can keep a circus horse milk-white, but it isn't practical for princes or heroes. The first mud puddle he splashed through—And, oh, say! If the prince should fail in his fortunes later, and have to hire out to drive a coal wagon! Wouldn't his milk-white steed look sweet then? There goes one now," and she pointed out of the window to the street below.

"Do, Ruth, if your prince comes, insist on his changing his steed for one of sober brown. It will wear better."

"Don't be silly, Alice!"

"Oh, I can't help it. Hark, is that dad's step?"

The two girls listened, turning their heads toward the hall entrance door.

"No, it's someone over at the Dalwoods'—across the corridor."

The noise in the hallway increased. There were hasty footsteps, and then rather loud voices.

"I tell you I won't have anything to do with you, and you needn't come sneaking around here any more. I'm done with you!"

"That's Russ," whispered Alice.

"Yes," agreed Ruth, and her sister noted a slight flush on her fair cheeks.

Then came a voice in expostulation:

"But I tell you I can market it for you, and get you something for it. If you try to go it alone—"

"Well, that's just what I'm going to do—go it alone, and I don't want to hear any more from you. Now you get out!"

"But look here—"

There was a sound of a scuffle, and a body crashed up against the door of the DeVere apartment.

"Oh!" cried Ruth and Alice together.

Their door swung open, for someone had seemingly caught at the knob to save himself from falling. The girls had a glimpse of their neighbor across the hall, Russ Dalwood by name, pushing a strange man toward the head of the stairs.

"Now you get out!" cried Russ, and the man left rather unceremoniously, slipping down two or three steps before he could recover his balance and grasp the railing.

"Oh, shut the door, quickly, Alice!" gasped Ruth.

Literature Network / Laura Lee Hope / The Moving Picture Girls / Chapter 1.