"Look at that woman with the boy," said Adela, on the wharf. She's got
a little black bonnet tied on top of her white cap.".
"That's nothing to what we shall see at Marken, I suppose," said Polly.
"I'm going to take ever so many photographs." She tapped her kodak
lovingly, as it hung from the strap on her shoulder.
"I wish I'd brought mine," said Adela.
"Why didn't you?" cried Polly, whirling around to scan Adela.
"I forgot it," said Adela. "I put it on the table last night close to
my hat and gloves, and then walked off this morning without it."
"Now that's too bad!" exclaimed Polly in sympathy. Then she turned back
uncomfortably, and began to talk of something else. "I'm not going to,"
she said to herself; "it isn't my fault she forgot her kodak, and I
want every one of my films myself. And I care a great deal more for
Marken than for almost any other place." The next moment Mamsie seemed
to say, "Is that my Polly?" and although she was at the other end of
the boat, Polly's head drooped as if she had heard the words.
"O dear me--and Adela hasn't any one but a sick grandmother--and I have
just--everybody," she thought "You shall use my kodak," cried Polly,
aloud, "one-half the time, Adela."
"Oh, no," protested Adela; but she looked hungrily at Polly's kodak
swinging over her shoulder.
"Yes, you shall too," declared Polly, cheerily. "I can take all the
pictures I want in that time, and I have lots of films.
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