“Yes, mister,” said Big McConnell, meekly. “See that my hair is pretty and my tie straight.”
Allan placed his camera on the table opposite, adjusting a box and a book to bring the camera into position. “Now, look pleasant,” said Little McConnell.
Billy broke into a broad grin. “Is this pleasant enough?” he asked.
“Too pleasant,” said Allan. “Look serious, please.”
“I can’t,” cried Billy, “it’s too funny. Take me as I am, or send me home to my mother.”
“Well, keep still, anyway,” pleaded Allan.
“Oh, I’ll keep still—but can’t you snap it?”
“Not indoors,” said Allan. “I must give it two seconds.”
“Must you?” grinned Billy, “dear me! Two seconds! That’s like a duel, isn’t it? Don’t they have two seconds at a duel?”
“Steady, now!” demanded Allan.