You'd like to send some prints to your friends in America, wouldn't you ?" "Rather! They'd burst with envy to see me photographed inside Pompeii.
Where are you going to take us?
I've finished my lunch.

Let's get busy quick, before the guide comes round the corner." Delia was prancing with eagerness.

She flitted about like a butterfly, bent on choosing the best position for the desired snap-shot.

Blanche, Mabel, and Elsie came hurrying up anxious to join the group, and fixed themselves in elegant poses.
"Oh, I can't put in such a crowd," objected Irene.

"You block out the whole of the view.