“You’re welcome,” remarked Owen.
“This is the dark-room,” said Allan, indicating the dim recesses beyond the partition.
“I see,” said Big McConnell. “Then this other is the light room, hey? And, oh, yes, this is the medium room over here—just half and half.”
“Stop your fooling, Billy,” remarked Little McConnell.
“And here I am dying to be photographed,” complained Billy, “and nobody has taken me yet. It’s a shame.”
“Artie had his crossbow.”
“We’ll all take you,” offered Allan, “and make a composite.”
“No, you don’t,” said Billy. “I want to look pleasant, I don’t want to look cross. You must photograph the angel side of me. I want you to take me, not to give me away,” and Big McConnell roared at his own joke.
“Sit there by the window,” ordered Allan.