“Cook says,” she announced, breathlessly, “that if we put anything over it, we must be careful not to cover up the breathing-holes at the top.”
“Isn’t this fine for the cover!” said Eunice, displaying a small turkey-red laundry-bag. Its contents lay on the floor under the table.
“Now, we’re all ready,” announced Eunice once more, with much satisfaction. “What do we do first?—where’s the book?” when the lantern was carefully covered, with a due regard for the breathing-holes.
“The book? why it’s—I do believe we left it in mamma’s room. No, here it is. And—goodness gracious! Cricket, we’ve forgotten to take the roll of pictures out of the camera!”
“Aren’t we lunatics?” exclaimed Cricket, with her bubbling laugh, as she threw open the door. “How do we get the things out, anyway? Everything is so tight,” she added, turning it upside down. “I can’t see where anything comes out. Where does it come to pieces?”
“I’ll read the directions. ‘No dark room is required to take out the spool of films, but you must take your position as far from the window as possible.’ So glad we needn’t stay in this dark closet to do it! Read the directions very slowly, Cricket, and I’ll do the things.”
“All ready,” said Cricket. “‘Unclose the catch at the bottom, holding the camera taut.’ What in the world is taut?”
Eunice knit her brows.
“Can’t imagine, unless it means carefully,” she said, thoughtfully.
“Shan’t run any risks,” cried Cricket, jumping up and flying away. “I’ll look it up in the dictionary.”