Really, they were only a couple of feet from the ground, and a fall would have been a laughing matter, but in a camera they appeared to be clinging almost by their eyelashes to the face of an inaccessible crag and in imminent danger of their lives.

Nora took two views, and chuckled with satisfaction.
"That'll make their hair stand on end! I'll fix a few more sensations if I can.

Who's game to run six inches in front of a mild old cow's horns, while somebody urges her on from behind ?" "How will you guarantee she's mild ?" inquired Bess dubiously.

"She might take it into her head to toss us!" "Not she! It was only the 'cow with the crumpled horn' that went in for tossing." "Well, I'd rather be in a safer photo, thanks! I'm terrified of cows, anyway." Nora's instincts were really quite dramatic.

She photographed Bess crouching in the hollow of a tree, an imaginary fugitive, to whom Francie, in an attitude of caution, handed surreptitious victuals.