"But I must—I have a message for him. Oh! good Mr. Bug Bear, oh! kind Mr. Bug Bear, don't do that."
"Tell him what it is, Photographer, and stop his noise," said Big Bug Bear, giving Billy a shake, "and listen quietly, Billy Bounce, or I'll give you a beating."
"I'm going to take a picture," said the Photographer Bug Bear.
"My picture?" asked Billy relieved.
"Your picture—your picture," growled the Photographer, "do you think I have nothing better to do than take ugly fat boys' pictures—huh!"
"Then whose?"
"Big Bug Bear's, of course."
Billy looked around the room for a camera, but could see nothing but bare walls. Not even a photograph was to be seen, much less the large glass cases of brides and grooms and military men and little boys and girls with sand buckets and shovels in their hands.
"Have you a camera?" asked he.
"You're the camera; what else did you think?" grunted the Photographer.