ve photography, I could
take pictures from morning till night and never be tired."

"What's that one in the envelope over there? You didn't show me that
one."

Shirley flushed. "Well that's an experiment. I had the nerve to try
an art print. I wanted to see what I could do."

Colonel Baxter gave a low whistle when Shirley held up the print. "Now
you have done something, Miss Fixit. That's very good." He held it at
arm's length. "I should say it's very good! And these others are
fine, too."

"Now you're teasing me. I know you are."

"No of course I'm not teasing. They're lovely. I don't know which I
like best, the gulls, or the Palisades and that tree with the river in
the background. They are all very pretty."

Shirley had taken six different views and the Colonel now advised her
to make some prints of each and he would send them to an art shop in
New York where he was acquainted. "We'll fix them up in a narrow gilt
frame and they'll make a very nice gift."

"Oh, do you really think so? Why I'll be so proud just to have them
exhibited I'll pretty nearly blow up even if I don't sell any at all."

"I've an idea, Shirley. You are always anxious to earn money and do
things, why don't you start a shop of your own?"

"You're funny, Colonel Baxter. How would I start a shop? Bet, come
here and listen to your father."

"What's he planning now, Shirley," exclaimed Bet as she threw her arm
around her father's neck. "Don't oppose my Dad in anything he wants to
do. I found that out years and years ago when I was young. Whatever
he says, do it."

"But this is impossible!"

"Not if Dad says it's possible," she laughed. "Oh Dad, you are a most
wonderful man!"

"And you are a most wonderful daughter, Bet!"

"And here comes old Smiley Jim for his share," exclaimed Bet patting
the dog's head. "Yes Smiley Jim, you are a most wonderful dog!"

"It's a wonderful family!" announced Joy with a dance.

"And if no one else believes it, we do!" said the Colonel. "But come
now Merriweather Girls, call a council or a pow-wow or what ever you
call it! Blow your horn and get the clan together."

"Toot--toot--t-o-o-o-o-o-t!" Joy blew on an imaginary bugle and at
that moment Kit came into the room from the kitchen where she had gone
to ask Auntie Gibbs a question.

"Auntie Gibbs says----" Kit started to tell something.

But Bet interrupted: "We don't want to hear what Auntie Gibbs says.
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