“I’ll give you one,” said Floyd, generously.
“No, thank you,—I don’t want it. But what I do want, Patty, is to take a snapshot of you, right now, here on the Spanish Steps.”
“You’ve no camera,” said Patty.
“I can get one in a minute, in that photograph shop. They keep all sorts, and I’ll just borrow one long enough to take you. May I?”
“Yes, if the light’s good enough. I don’t care,” said Patty, indifferently.
Peter looked at her curiously, and then went off for the camera.
“Having achieved his heart’s desire, the young man tripped gaily away,” said Floyd, mischievously smiling at Patty.
“Here comes Flo,” cried Patty, as Snippy and her charge appeared, laden with long pasteboard rolls. “Now we can all be in the picture.”
“So we can!” said Floyd. “Homer will be so pleased!”
Mr. Homer returned with his camera to find a group ready posed for him.