“Just dropped around anywhere,” said Cricket, dolefully.
“Scrabble around carefully, and we’ll find them. Oh! aren’t we the idioticest girls?”
“We’ll have to mix some more developer, and change the water in the first tray, too. It’s all black, for the colour in that old carbon paper leaked out. Have you found all the films?”
“I had only cut six, and here they are. I’ll cover them up while you open the door and fix some more developer.”
At last, everything was under way again.
“Four o’clock,” said Eunice, soberly, “and to think that we haven’t developed a single one yet!”
“But, oh, see!” cried Cricket, joyfully, holding up the film, after a moment. “It really is beginning to darken in spots. Hooray! See, Eunice, that actually looks like an arm sticking out there! What is it, do you suppose?”
“I don’t know. Looks like a ghost’s arm, doesn’t it? Put it to soak again. Let’s look at this one.”
“Nothing here. Eunice, what makes all these scratches across it?”
“Probably we stepped on them. You know you threw them down any way. Probably the scratches won’t show through. Oh, I do believe this is mamma! Isn’t that her bonnet that begins to show?”