Beryl likes to be around those dirty mines--but I can't bear it.

And, now I'm here, something's gone wrong with the thing, so I can't wind the film.

Do you know how to fix it, Ellie ?" I didn't, and I told her so, in a word.

Edith pouted again--she has a pretty mouth that looks well all tied up in a knot, and I have a slight suspicion that she knows it--and said that a fellow who could take an automobile all to pieces and put it together again ought to be able to fix a kodak.

That's the way some women reason, I believe--just as though cars and kodaks are twin brothers.
Our conversation, as I remember it now, was decidedly flat and dull.
I kept thinking of Beryl being there the day before--and I never knew; of her being off somewhere to-day with that Weaver fellow--and I knew it and couldn't do a thing.