XV
THE HEADING CLASS
Brenda’s Fourth of July photographs turned out much better than many others that she had taken under equally favorable circumstances. On one of the afternoons when she sat with the other girls on the rocks, she displayed with considerable pride the prints that had been sent her from town. “I consider it the most fortunate thing in the world,” she said, “that I should have these prints to give to that delightful, interesting foreigner. I can’t tell what he is; but he must be an Italian with those big black eyes.”
“Or a Portuguese,” suggested Nora.
But Brenda did not take this suggestion kindly. The only foreign family with which she had ever had much to do was the Rosa family, and as the Rosas were Portuguese, she wanted novelty in this new acquaintance, and so she preferred to consider him Italian.
“I’m going to send them to him right away,” she said, as the others admired the prints of the pictures she had taken at Tucker’s wharf.
“How will you send them?” asked Julia.
“Why, by mail, I suppose; unless we go over to Salem soon.”
