“I give it up,” said McConnell. “That conundrum beats me,” and he went over the thing on his fingers: “buy it, have it given to you, find it, steal it,—what else is there?”
“Win it,” said Allan.
McConnell laughed. “Cheney says ‘win’ when he means steal.”
“I can’t help that,” insisted Allan; “I did win it.”
“How? What was the game?”
“It wasn’t a game. I wrote a composition. There were a lot of prizes. One of them was a camera.”
“You always were lucky,” said McConnell. Then to show that he wasn’t envious, he added: “I’m glad you did win it. I was thinking the other day that everybody seemed to have a camera except us. Is it a ‘press the button’?”
“It’s both. You can press the button or stand it on legs, either one. It hasn’t any legs, now. They come separately. I don’t believe I’ll care much for them. I can rest it on something.”
“Yes,” McConnell assented; “when they’re on legs they sometimes get broken when some one kicks against one of the legs. Let’s see, what is it they call the legs?”
“Do you mean tripod?”