“You’re quite a modest young man.”
“Oh, it isn’t that, but I must have looked so disagreeable at that particular moment. At least I must have done so if my looks were anything like my feelings.”
“No, if I remember rightly you were smiling at the instant I pressed the button. You know you were saying something about fearing you would break the camera, and a smile usually goes with that remark.”
Roy looked up quickly. The stranger was an odd one. He had a queer way of putting things. Roy began to be interested.
“Have you taken many pictures around here?”
“Quite a number. It’s a very pretty place.”
“Isn’t it?”
“That bridge quite adds to the attractiveness of the landscape. In fact that is the reason I am here. I was coming through on the train and as we crossed, the prospect of this little valley was so tempting that I decided to stop off and explore. I am very glad I did now, for it gave me the added pleasure of meeting you.”
“That sounds as though you were talking to a girl,” said Roy.
“Does it? Well, as I am particularly fond of boys I suppose I may be allowed to say the same sort of things to them.”