"That's nothing to what we shall see at Marken, I suppose," said Polly. "I'm going to take ever so many photographs." She tapped her kodak lovingly, as it hung from the strap on her shoulder.
"I wish I'd brought mine," said Adela.
"Why didn't you?" cried Polly, whirling around to scan Adela.
"I forgot it," said Adela. "I put it on the table last night close to my hat and gloves, and then walked off this morning without it."
"Now that's too bad!" exclaimed Polly in sympathy. Then she turned back uncomfortably, and began to talk of something else. "I'm not going to," she said to herself; "it isn't my fault she forgot her kodak, and I want every one of my films myself. And I care a great deal more for Marken than for almost any other place." The next moment Mamsie seemed to say, "Is that my Polly?" and although she was at the other end of the boat, Polly's head drooped as if she had heard the words.
"O dear me—and Adela hasn't any one but a sick grandmother—and I have just—everybody," she thought "You shall use my kodak," cried Polly, aloud, "one-half the time, Adela."
"Oh, no," protested Adela; but she looked hungrily at Polly's kodak swinging over her shoulder.
"Yes, you shall too," declared Polly, cheerily. "I can take all the pictures I want in that time, and I have lots of films."
"I'll divide with you, Polly," said Jasper. "I brought ever so many, and will go shares with my kodak, too." But Polly made up her mind that Jasper's kodak was to be used for his own special pictures, for she knew he had set his heart on taking certain ones, and a good many of them, too.
"Isn't that water just perfectly lovely!" she exclaimed; "such a bluish grey."