"Oh! but I'd rather you killed me than put my eyes out--how could I see to get around?" "You'll be able to see to get around," said Little Bug Bear, "but you won't be able to see Bogie Man." "But I must--I have a message for him. Oh! good Mr. Bug Bear, oh! kind Mr. Bug Bear, don't do that." "Tell him what it is, Photographer, and stop his noise," said Big Bug Bear, giving Billy a shake, "and listen quietly, Billy Bounce, or I'll give you a beating." "I'm going to take a picture," said the Photographer Bug Bear. "My picture?" asked Billy relieved. "Your picture--your picture," growled the Photographer, "do you think I have nothing better to do than take ugly fat boys' pictures--huh!" "Then whose?" "Big Bug Bear's, of course." Billy looked around the room for a camera, but could see nothing but bare walls. Not even a photograph was to be seen, much less the large glass cases of brides and grooms and military men and little boys and girls with sand buckets and shovels in their hands. "Have you a camera?" asked he. "You're the camera; what else did you think?" grunted the Photographer. "_I_ am," exclaimed Billy in surprise. "I said you, yes. Now stand up, will you--there," and the Photographer stood him up in front of him, holding in his hand a great big round black cap, such as photographers put over the lens of a camera. "Sit down, Big Bug Bear, in that chair in front of Billy Bounce, please. So--that's it, head a little higher, look at the camera--that's it," and the Photographer threw a black cloth over Billy's head and turned it here and there, just as if he were focusing a camera. "But what is it for?" asked Billy. Little Bug Bear spoke up. Indeed, he seemed to be the kindest one of all of them, perhaps because he was the youngest. "Were going to photograph Big Bug Bear on your eyes so hereafter you'll never be able to see anything without a Bug Bear in it. And as Bug Bears keep people from succeeding in everything they attempt, you will never succeed in finding Bogie Man. There now you have it, and I hope you will stay quiet." "Oh! but that will be terrible," said Billy. "Of course it will, but we don't care; be still," growled the Photographer. "Big Bug Bear, move your right hand a little more to the left, please--that's better--now look unpleasant--good." At this Big Bug Bear opened his mouth very wide and showed his teeth--when plump, one of his teeth, which must have been very loose, fell out of his mouth and squashed on the floor. "Why," exclaimed Billy, "his teeth are dough." Then turning to the Photographer he looked in his mouth, "and yours"--then looking at the others, "and yours--and yours--all of you." Then reaching out suddenly he caught hold of the Photographer's paw--"and your claws are rubber--hurrah!! hurrah!! I don't fear you now."