"Oh dear!" said Mrs. Monarch, ruefully.
"Of course I should want a certain amount of expression," I rejoined.
"Of course!" they both exclaimed.
"And then I suppose you know that you'll get awfully tired."
"Oh, we never get tired!" they eagerly cried.
"Have you had any kind of practice?"
They hesitated—they looked at each other. "We've been photographed, immensely," said Mrs. Monarch.
"She means the fellows have asked us," added the Major.
"I see—because you're so good-looking."
"I don't know what they thought, but they were always after us."
"We always got our photographs for nothing," smiled Mrs. Monarch.
"We might have brought some, my dear," her husband remarked.
"I'm not sure we have any left. We've given quantities away," she explained to me.
"With our autographs and that sort of thing," said the Major.
"Are they to be got in the shops?" I inquired, as a harmless pleasantry.
"Oh, yes; hers—they used to be."
"Not now," said Mrs. Monarch, with her eyes on the floor.
