"A picture, maybe," Pauline suggested. Patience dropped cross-legged on the floor. "Then I don't think Uncle Paul's such a very sensible sort of person," she said.
"No, not pictures!" Hilary lifted something from within the box, "but something to get pictures with. See, Paul!"
"A camera! Oh, Hilary!"
"And not a little tiny one." Patience leaned over to examine the box. "It's a three and a quarter by four and a quarter. We can have fun now, can't we?" Patience believed firmly in the cooperative principle.
"Tom'll show you how to use it," Pauline said. "He fixed up a dark room last fall, you know, for himself."
"And here are all the doings." Patience came to investigate the further contents of the express package. "Films and those funny little pans for developing in, and all."
Inside the camera was a message to the effect that Mr. Shaw hoped his niece would be pleased with his present and that it would add to the summer's pleasures,
"He's getting real uncley, isn't he?" Patience observed. Then she caught sight of the samples Pauline had let fall. "Oh, how pretty! Are they for dresses for us?"
"They'd make pretty scant ones, I'd say," Pauline, answered.
"Silly!" Patience spread the bright scraps out on her blue checked gingham apron. "I just bet you've been choosing! Why didn't you call me?"