Neither will you." He turned his grease-painted face toward her hearteningly and smiled as endearingly as the sinister, painted lines would allow.
"Listen!" he repeated as a final encouragement, because he had sensed her preoccupation and had misread it for worry over the picture.

"You go ahead and shoot, and don't bother about me.

Make it real.

Shoot as close as you like.

If you pink me a little I won't care,--if you'll promise to be my nurse.