“I’ve no intention of moving,” said Patty, calmly; “take your time.”
It was one of the girl’s best traits that she was never self-conscious; and so she was never embarrassed at posing for a picture. In fact, she rather enjoyed it, as she was fond of photographs of all sorts.
“All over,” announced Peter Homer, as he snapped the camera for the last time. “Now, if you people will wait till I take this machine back to its home, I’ll invite you all to tea right here and now.”
“Goody!” cried Patty; “I’m starving, and they have the loveliest cakes in this tearoom of all Rome.”
Snippy was graciously pleased to accept the invitation, and soon they were gathered round a tea table, and Patty had all the cakes she desired.
“When can we see the pictures?” asked Flo.
“As soon as I can get them developed. You may each have copies of that stunning classic group you posed in, but the landscape of Miss Fairfield is all for my little own self.”
“Can’t I have one?” asked Patty.
“No, madame. They are not for general circulation.”