“I guess the next time I get him at one of our meetings,” laughed McConnell, “I’ll say to him, ‘Now, Mr. Thornton, I’m afraid you are thinking about the high school.’”
At the Camera Club they had begun to talk about an exhibition, and a committee was appointed to talk the matter over. It would be a good idea, several of the members thought, to have a display of the summer work. Many of the members had travelled to the mountains and seashore during July and August, and an exhibition could be made to have great variety in theme. Moreover, the club excursions had produced a large batch of pictures, and the members had not yet seen much of one another’s work.
“We might want to do some swapping,” said Owen.
“I wonder if we could get Dobbs to exhibit,” said Allan, amused at the thought. “I’m sure he would have something different from anybody else.”
“I fancy Dobbs is having a hard time,” said Owen. “He told me yesterday that he had taken six pictures of—what’s his boy’s name?”
“Sporty.”
“Yes, Sporty,—I hope that isn’t his real name,—and that not one of them came out good. He seemed disappointed.”
Allan had a proof in his pocket of the picture he had made of his sister Ellen up a tree. “The light was very queer,” he complained.
“‘I think they were a little miffed.’”