Microby Dandeline stared at it without enthusiasm: "I want a took one," she said, at length.
"A what?"
"A one tooken with that," she pointed at the camera that adorned the top of the little cupboard.
"Oh," smiled Patty, "you want me to take your picture! All right, I'd love to take your picture. You can get on Gee Dot, and I'll take you both. But we'll have to wait till there is more light. The sun has gone down and it's too dark this evening."
The girl shook her head, "Naw, I don't want none like that. That hain't no good. I want one like yo' pa tookened of his mine. Then I'll git rich too."
"So that's it," thought Patty, busying herself with the biscuit dough. And instantly there flashed into her mind the words of Ma Watts, "Mr. Bethune tellin' her how she'd git rich ef she could fin' a gol' mine, an' how she could buy her fine clos' like yourn an' go to the city an' live." And she remembered that the woman had said that all the time she and Lord Clendenning had been wrangling over the eggs, Bethune and Microby had "talked an' laughed, friendly as yo' please."
"How do you know my father took any pictures of his mine?" asked Patty, cautiously.
"'Cause he did."
"What would you do with the picture if I gave it to you?"
"I'd git rich."