“Eunice!”
“Cricket!”
“We’ve gone and—”
“Soaked the wrong thing!”
“We’ve soaked the carbon paper—”
“And thrown away the film!”
“Of course that white paraffiny-looking paper was the film!”
“Of course this thick stuff is the carbon paper to wrap around the other and keep out the light.”
“Aren’t we geeses?”
“We just are! Don’t let’s ever tell. Now, where are the films?”