“You said you loved the art of photography, and would like nothing better than a chance to travel about taking pictures. To help you along in this direction, I have purchased for you a complete travelling outfit, including a horse and a wagon——”
“Mr. Maverick!” burst out the youth. “Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, Bob,” smiled the railroad president. “Come with me!”
Grace jumped up, and led the way out of the house and down to the barn.
There stood a fine horse and a regular photographer’s turn-out. The lantern was lit inside of the wagon, and Bob saw it contained several cameras, some lenses, a great number of plates, besides a cabinet of chemicals and other things needed for taking pictures.
“This is Grace’s gift to you,” said Mr. Maverick. “How does it strike you?”
“It—it strikes me all of a heap,” gasped Bob. “Do you really mean to say this whole outfit is for me?”
“Certainly,” said Grace. “And I hope you will make money out of it.”
“But—but it’s too much!” went on the youth, who could as yet hardly realize his good fortune.
“No, it isn’t,” returned the girl, warmly. “You deserve every bit of it.”