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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"


"Oh, for our camera!" cried Eleanor.
"How stupid of us to leave it home," added Barbara.
"It's always the way. Who remembers a kodak until it is needed,"
laughed Anne.
"John promised to bring me a fine camera this summer, but he never came
home from college, so I didn't get it," said Polly, wistfully.
"Haven't you one, Poll?" wondered Eleanor.
"Not yet."
"It's a shame--and you with such wonderful ways to use it. The moment
we get home, I shall give you my new one, and you can give me some
prints from it in exchange," said Eleanor, generously.
"Why, Eleanor Maynard! Yours is brand new and cost forty dollars!"
cried shocked Barbara.
"Of course it's new! Would I give my best friend a second-hand thing?"
retorted Eleanor.
"Oh, Nolla, it's awfully good of you but I wouldn't think of taking
it!" exclaimed Polly, gratefully.
"If you don't I'll give it to Sary, and then you can look for trouble!
She'll snap pictures of Jeb at dinner, of Jeb at the pump, and Jeb
here, there, and everywhere!"
The girls laughed merrily at the pictures outlined, and the camera was
forgotten.
After climbing for two hours more, Noddy wrinkled his nose and twitched
his sensitive ears.
"Noddy scents water. See, Choko is acting the same way," called Polly;
and sure enough both burros were making faces at the sky-line.
In a short time the riders reached another Park but this one was not
half the size of the first.


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