“Oh, dear! dear!” exclaimed Eunice. “Then we’ve taken another picture right on top of Johnnie-goat and the twins, and they were so cunning!”
“There isn’t any way to untake it, is there?” asked Cricket, in real Mrs. Peterkin fashion.
“I’m afraid not. I wonder what it will look like! It will be a composite photograph, I suppose, like Marjorie’s class picture.”
“Perhaps it won’t be bad,” said Cricket, the hopeful. “You see, this last picture is trees and shrubbery, and there may be a glimpse of Johnnie-goat and the twins behind them. It may look as if we did it on purpose. I shouldn’t wonder if it would be lovely. Perhaps we’ll want to take more that way.”
“Perhaps,” assented Eunice, doubtfully. “It makes me think of Kenneth this morning. I was in mamma’s room while you were practising, and Kenneth was there too. He brought a piece of paper to mamma and asked her to draw a man, and she drew the side face of one—and Kenneth asked her where the other side of his face was, and if it was on the other side of the paper. Mamma told him the other side of the face was there, but he couldn’t see it; and then she turned him her side face to show him. Well, Kenneth took the paper and ran off, but came back in a moment with some straight lines across it, and told mamma that that was a kitty and a fence, and mamma said she saw the fence, but where was the kitten? And what do you think the baby said?—that the kitten was behind the fence! That it was really there, only she couldn’t see it. Wasn’t that cute?”
“He’s just the dearest, smartest baby that ever was!” cried Cricket, always enthusiastical over her beloved small brother. “We’ll just tell people, then, that the children are behind the trees, even if they can’t see them. There, now, I’ve turned the film ready, this time. See! there’s the figure 2 in the little window at the back. Now, we are all ready. What shall we take?”
“Let’s take each other,” suggested Eunice. “I’ll stand here by the park fence. Am I all right?”
The picture-taking went on merrily after that. They got a fine snap at papa just getting out of his buggy, and one of mamma, as she came home from market. They got another dear little picture of the twins as they came down the street hand in hand. It did not take long to use up all the films at this rate, and at luncheon they were able to announce, triumphantly, that they were ready to develop their pictures that afternoon.
“But you don’t know how,” objected papa; “and I have to be out all the afternoon and can’t help you.”
“Please let us try it by ourselves,” pleaded Eunice. “We can read the directions, and they’re terribly plain. A cat could use them. Do let us!”