Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1906-08-16

Macgregor.
John explained his wishes to the
photographer, and presently the grouT
was arranged-Lizzie with wee JEANNE
on her knee, Macgregor standing be
side her with his toes turned well
out, and John behind with one hand
resting affectionately on her shoulder
Then the photographer diyed under
the black cloth.
whats he dom, paw" inquired
Macgregor. in a hoarse whisper.
"Whisht!" murmured Lizzie
"Hes spyin'." said John. softly.
"Why is he spyin', paw"
list to see how we're all behavin',"
returned his father, jocularly "Eh,
Lizzie?"
BE quiet, joint" whispered Lizzie,
severely. She was sitting very stiff
and dignified Wee JEANNE began to
show signs of restlessness. but ere
long the photographer reappeared. He
suggested that the little boy should
remove his hat, and that the gentleman
should open his jacket.
I'm done for now" muttered John,
with a wry smile.
'Macgreegor, take off yer bonnet"
said Lizzie, miserably, fearful of what
would shortly happen behind her.
I'm not wantin to take of my bon
net, maw," said Macgregor.
do what ye're told. Ye can hold
it in yer hand"
yes, just so Hold your bonnet in
your hand. my little man." said the
photographer, pleasantly.
Macgregor obeyed sulkily.
Kindly undo all the buttons-all
the buttons. please" said the photog-
rapher to John, with great politeness,
and turned to the camera.
With feeble Singer John undid
the last but one. Lizzie's head had
been sinking lower and lower. She
felt she was about to be afffonted.
Nav said Macgregor. suddenly,
1--we mussed my hair. VIII | put
on my greengarry bonnet again?"
Lizzie looked up quickly. and
whipped something from near her
waist. john she said, "go to the
other room. an see If left my comb
on the table" Her voice sank to a
whisper "An'-an'-heres two pins"
She turned to the photographer Yen
excuse me keepin' we waitin a minute.
sir?" she said to him. This ladies
a real wee tease" she added. softly.
The photographer smiled good
humoredly, and Immediately she dis
covered that the comb was in her
pocket, after all. She tidied her sons
hair carefully, and said; Il think
would like him token in his bonnet,
If we've no objections.
"oh, very we'll" replied the man,
agreeably. His expression was Ger.
tainly happier with it than without"
John entered grinning. his jacket
thrown open. Il couldn't ind yer
comb anywhere. Lizzie"
"och, | had 1t in my pocket, after
all. Now. we're ready, If you please,
sir" she said to the photographer.
who. without delay, set about his BUSH
ness.
He waited till the smiles had died
down somewhat, when he instructed
them where and how to look, and made
an exposure, which Macgregor spoiled
by scratching his nose at the critical
moment
81 couldn't help it, paw. my nose
was that ticklish" said the boy.
We'll, we might jist wait the next
time, Macgreegor. Now he's goin' to
take another one"
What's that wee thing he squirts
WITH"
'whisht!"
Steady. please" requested the pho
tographer.
Wee JEANNE began to wiggle on her
mothers knee.
"Oh, see! Oh, seel" said Lizzie,
pointing to the camera "Oh, see,
pretty wee window"
Paw. what's inside the box?" asked
Macgregor
IF you please" said the photogra.
pher. Now when | say three-one-
two-th-"
Am | token, paw"
mot yet, Macgreegor, not yet. We
near spoilt another photograph Keep
quiet now"
Mona, noona," said Lizzie, dan
ding wee JEANNE, who was exhibiting
fractions symptoms. Wee Jeannies |
goin' to have her likeness token in the |
pretty wee window! (My! John, |
wisht had brought her old jumpin'-
jack.) Oh, seel Oh, see!"
A lull at last occurred, and the pho. |
tographer took advantage of il; and |
after another period of unrest, he Sc
cured a third negative. which he
assured Lizzie would prove highly sue
eessful John had expected to take
the photographs away with him, but
his wife informed him in a whisper
that he mustn't think of such a thing.
Cabinet groups" took time. Matters
having been settled, the family de-
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