Jem had taken Susan 's picture with his new camera and the result was passed around the table and Susan was terribly indignant over it . `` I am no beauty , Mrs. Dr. dear , and well I know it , and have always known it , '' she said in an aggrieved tone , `` but that I am as ugly as that picture makes me out I will never , no , never believe . '' Jem laughed over this and Anne laughed again with him . Walter could n't endure it . He got up and fled to his room . `` That child has got something on his mind , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' said Susan . `` He has et next to nothing . Do you suppose he is plotting another poem ? '' Poor Walter was very far removed in spirit from the starry realms of poesy just then . He propped his elbow on his open window-sill and leaned his head drearily on his hands . `` Come on down to the shore , Walter , '' cried Jem , busting in . `` The boys are going to burn the sand-hill grass to-night . Father says we can go . Come on . '' At any other time Walter would have been delighted . He gloried in the burning of the sand-hill grass . But now he flatly refused to go , and no arguments or entreaties could move him . Disappointed Jem , who did not care for the long dark walk to Four Winds Point alone , retreated to his museum in the garret and buried himself in a book . He soon forgot his disappointment , revelling with the heroes of old romance , and pausing occasionally to picture himself a famous general , leading his troops to victory on some great battlefield . Walter sat at his window until bedtime .
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