Q is for Quaint

: old-fashioned appeal

“I say,” Gideon asked of a fellow tourist, “would you care to take some jolly snaps of me?” The tourist raised an eyebrow then nodded reluctantly. Gideon gave a squeak of delight. He ran to position, pulled up both his socks, and smoothed out his sweater vest before giving the camera two hearty thumbs up. Gideon had been homeschooled. He was quaint.