"No, indeed," said the Doctor, "but at least one-half of the one in question is so tired that it ought to get some rest, which it won't and can't while we visitors stay here to admire and ask questions. Come along, wife; we'll find some better time to talk her and these other good people to death about what they've done. I've only to say that if Brother Grateway doesn't give you his benediction in words, he will leave one for you all the same, and there'll be two others to keep it company—eh, wife?"
"Phil," Grace said, as soon as the visitors had departed, "I've a new idea. 'Tis not as good as Caleb's which has made this library, but 'twill give no end of surprise and satisfaction to people, as well as lots of fun to me and bring some business to the store. I want a camera. I don't see how we were so stupid as not to bring one with us from New York."
"A camera?" said Caleb. "What sort of a thing is it?"
"A contrivance for taking photographs. There are small cheap ones that any amateur can use. Two or three girls in our store in New York had them, and took some very fair pictures."
"I want to know! Well, if any gals done it, I reckon you can."
"You shall see. I want one at once, Phil; order it by the first mail, please, and with all the necessary outfit."
"Your will is law, my dear, but I shall first have to learn where to send the order and exactly what to get."
"Let me attend to it. I can order direct from the store in which I worked; they sold everything of the kind."
"There'll be no mail eastward till to-morrow. Won't you oblige your husband, at once, by going to the house, and making a picture of yourself, on a lounge, with your eyes shut?"
"Yes—if I must. But oh, what lots of fun I shall have with that camera!"