y; it iss true enough," answered the skipper, with a grim smile.
"He made a queer like mess o' me, what-e-ver."

"How was it, Archie?"

"Well, mother, this is how it was. You know the waterfall at the head
of Raven's Nook? Well, I have long wanted to take that, so I went up
with father and Mr Mabberly. We found the captain and McGregor sitting
there smoking their pipes, and when I was arranging the camera, the
captain said to me--"

"No, Maister Archie," interrupted the skipper; "I did not say anything
to Shames. You should be more parteekler. But Shames said something to
_me_, what-e-ver."

"Just so; I forgot," continued Archie. "Well, McGregor said to the
captain, `What would you think if we wass to sit still an' co into the
pictur'?'"

"Oo, ay; that was just it, an' fery like him too," said the skipper,
laughing at Archie's imitation, though he failed to recognise the
similarity to his own drawling and nasal tones. People always do thus
fail. We can never see ourselves!

"Well," continued Archie, "father insisted that I was to take them,
though they quite spoiled the view. So I did; but in the very middle of
the operation, what did the captain do but insist on changing his--"

"Not at all, Maister Archie," again interrupted the skipper; "you have
not got the right of it. It wass Shames said to me that he thought you
had feenished, an' so I got up; an' then you roared like a wild bullock
to keep still, and so what could I do but keep still? an so--"

"Exactly; that was it," cried Archie, interrupting in his turn; "but you
kept still _standing_, and so there were three figures in the picture
when it was done, and your fist in the standing one came right in front
of your own nose in the sitting one, for all the world as if you were
going to knock yourself down. Such a mess it was altogether!"

"That iss fery true. It wass a mess, what-e-ver!"

"You must show me this curious photograph, Archie, after lunch," said
Barret; "it must be splendid."

"But it is not so splendid as my dolly," chimed in Flo. "I'll show you
zat after lunch too."

Accordingly, after the meal was over, Archie carried Barret off to his
workshop. Then Flo took him to the nursery, where she not only showed
him the portrait of the nigger doll, which was a striking likeness--for
dolls invariably sit well--but took special pains to indicate the
various points which had "come out" so "bootifully"--such as the nails
which Junkie