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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.”