Chapter 10 Roy Makes A New Acquaintance -â…
It was just a month after our story opened that July afternoon. Roy was
fishing from the tree trunk over the creek again, but he was alone this time and
the expression on his face was almost as discontented as Reginald's had been on
that former occasionMBT UK.
His float bobbed under two or three times, but he paid no attention to the
fact. He was too deeply absorbed in thought. Now and then he would glance up at
the trestle far above him, and something very like a sigh would pass his lips.
There was a snapping of twigs on the Marley end of the log and Roy turned his
head quickly to find a young man regarding him attentively. He might have been
anywhere from twenty-five to thirty. He had a small brown mustache and rather a
dark complexion.
He held a small oblong box in both his hands. Roy at once recognized it as a
camera and realized at the same instant that it was pointed at himhaiguinet mbt sale.
As their eyes met, the stranger flushed slightly, but said in a pleasant
voice:
"I hope you don't mind being taken?"
Roy did mind. He was in a mood just now to object to everything, but the
other's voice was such an agreeable one, the glance of his eye so kindly that
the boy's real self came to the surface through his temporarily baser one, and
he replied:
"Oh, I s'pose not, but I haven't got the pleasant look the photographers tell
you to put on. Aren't you afraid I'll break your camera?"
The answer was a quick snap and then the young man slung the camera over his
shoulder and stepping out on the tree trunk slipped down to a seat beside RoyMBT.
"You have a very cozy retreat here," he remarked, "how's the fishing?"
"I don't know. To tell the truth I wasn't thinking of my line at all and I'm
almost sorry I let you take that picture. I don't see what you wanted it for any
way, I hope you won't show it around much. You don't live in Marley, do you?"
"No."
"I'm glad of that"
"Why?" with a smileMBT Shoes.
"Because nobody I know will be apt to see the picture."
"You're quite a modest young man."
"Oh, it isn't that, but I must have looked so disagreeable at that particular
moment. At least I must have done so if my looks were anything like my
feelings."
"No, if I remember rightly you were smiling at the instant I pressed the
button. You know you were saying something about fearing you would break the
camera, and a smile usually goes with that remark."
It was just a month after our story opened that July afternoon. Roy was
fishing from the tree trunk over the creek again, but he was alone this time and
the expression on his face was almost as discontented as Reginald's had been on
that former occasionMBT UK.
His float bobbed under two or three times, but he paid no attention to the
fact. He was too deeply absorbed in thought. Now and then he would glance up at
the trestle far above him, and something very like a sigh would pass his lips.
There was a snapping of twigs on the Marley end of the log and Roy turned his
head quickly to find a young man regarding him attentively. He might have been
anywhere from twenty-five to thirty. He had a small brown mustache and rather a
dark complexion.
He held a small oblong box in both his hands. Roy at once recognized it as a
camera and realized at the same instant that it was pointed at himhaiguinet mbt sale.
As their eyes met, the stranger flushed slightly, but said in a pleasant
voice:
"I hope you don't mind being taken?"
Roy did mind. He was in a mood just now to object to everything, but the
other's voice was such an agreeable one, the glance of his eye so kindly that
the boy's real self came to the surface through his temporarily baser one, and
he replied:
"Oh, I s'pose not, but I haven't got the pleasant look the photographers tell
you to put on. Aren't you afraid I'll break your camera?"
The answer was a quick snap and then the young man slung the camera over his
shoulder and stepping out on the tree trunk slipped down to a seat beside RoyMBT.
"You have a very cozy retreat here," he remarked, "how's the fishing?"
"I don't know. To tell the truth I wasn't thinking of my line at all and I'm
almost sorry I let you take that picture. I don't see what you wanted it for any
way, I hope you won't show it around much. You don't live in Marley, do you?"
"No."
"I'm glad of that"
"Why?" with a smileMBT Shoes.
"Because nobody I know will be apt to see the picture."
"You're quite a modest young man."
"Oh, it isn't that, but I must have looked so disagreeable at that particular
moment. At least I must have done so if my looks were anything like my
feelings."
"No, if I remember rightly you were smiling at the instant I pressed the
button. You know you were saying something about fearing you would break the
camera, and a smile usually goes with that remark."