“Don’t happen to have a picture, do you?”
“Why, yes, I’ve got a photograph she sent, and I have some snapshots taken when we were at the beach this summer.”
“Let’s take a look at the snapshots.”
“But why?”
“I want to see them.”
“But what does that have to do with this man who’s been calling on Aunt Amelia?”
“I don’t know. I want to take a look at the pictures.”
She said, “You’re the most arbitrary man I think I ever knew, outside of…” she hesitated.
“You mean Mrs. Bushnell’s little boy, Jimmie?”
“Exactly,” she said.