"Madam, I never allow any female person to touch my traps. Mary may make the bed, but she must not sweep, nor dust, nor touch anything."
"Oh! really. Then I'll go at once."
"Better not."
"Why?"
"Because I've many things to show——"
"Oh, Elmer! What is that—that queer thing on the table? May I look at it?"
"That's my new camera."
"How stupid. I might have known that. Do you take pictures?"
"Photos? Yes. Will you sit?"
"Oh, dear, no. I hate photographs. It's so disagreeable to see oneself staring with some impossible expression, and sitting in an impossible palace, with a distant landscape and drapery curtains."