little he understood about taking photographs.)

Well, the dark found Brownie back at the tree once more. And he began
once more to gnaw at it. He tried to look pleasant, too, because he
had heard that that was the way one should look when having his
picture taken.

He found it rather difficult, gnawing chips out of the tree and
smiling at the same time. But he was an earnest youngster and he did
the best he could.

Brownie Beaver kept wishing the flashlight would go off, because--what
with smiling and gnawing--his face began to ache. But no glare of
light broke through the darkness.

It was not long before Brownie had gnawed away so many chips that the
tree began to nod its head further and further toward the ground. And
Brownie wished that the flash-light would hurry and go off before the
tree fell.

But there was not even the faintest flicker of light. It was most
annoying. And Brownie was so disappointed that for once he forgot to
be careful when he was cutting down a tree. He kept his eyes on the
bushes all the time, instead of on the tree--as he should have done.
And all the time the tree leaned more and more.

At last there was a _snap!_ Brownie Beaver should have known what
that meant. But he was so eager to have his picture taken that he
mistook the _snap_ for the _click_ that he had first heard almost a
week before.