“I thought you had a permit for a week,” said Harry.
“So I have,” replied Philip ruefully; “but it is at the hotel. I took the camera along this morning, hoping that the weather would clear up so I could take something in the city; and I’ve been lugging it about all day without getting anything to speak of. Now here I am with no way to get to the hotel except by going through the Fair, and I haven’t got a permit.”
“Whew!” Harry whistled. “Two dollars out!”
But when Mr. Douglass came up, he was inclined to think there would be no trouble about the camera.
“I’ll tell you what I should do,” he said. “Just walk along boldly, and if any one stops you, tell them the circumstances and then face the music.”
THE GREAT FIRE AT CHICAGO, OCTOBER, 1871.
Just as Philip was going through the gate, one of the ticket-takers said, “Say, is that a kodak?”
“Yes,” said Philip, “it is.”
“Have you a permit for it?”