Impatience, and you'd better not let her hear
you saying it," Pauline warned.
But Patience was busy with the tack hammer. "You can take the inside
covers off," she said to Hilary.
"Thanks, awfully," Hilary murmured.
"It'll be my turn next, won't it?" Patience dropped the tack hammer,
and wrenched off the cover of the box--"Go ahead, Hilary! Oh, how slow
you are!"
For Hilary was going about her share of the unpacking in the most
leisurely way. "I want to guess first," she said. "Such a lot of
wrappings! It must be something breakable."
"A picture, maybe," Pauline suggested. Patience dropped cross-legged
on the floor. "Then I don't think Uncle Paul's such a very sensible
sort of person," she said.
"No, not pictures!" Hilary lifted something from within the box, "but
something to get pictures with. See, Paul!"
"A camera! Oh, Hilary!"
"And not a little tiny one." Patience leaned over to examine the box.
"It's a three and a quarter by four and a quarter. We can have fun
now, can't we?" Patience believed firmly in the cooperative principle.
"Tom'll show you how to use it," Pauline said. "He fixed up a dark
room last fall, you know, for himself.
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