"And, besides, if your book never earns a cent, it will do Auntie Sue a world more good than your going to prison for her.

That would be rather silly, now that you think of it, wouldn't it?
And now that we have our conspiracy all nicely conspired, we must hurry to the house before that man arrives with my things." She went for the manuscript as she spoke.

"See," she cried, "it is quite dry, and not a bit the worse for its temperamental experience!" She laughed gleefully.
"But, Miss Williams," exclaimed Brian, "I--I--can't understand you! You don't seem to mind.

What I have told you about myself doesn't seem to--to--make any difference to you--I mean in your attitude toward me." "Oh, yes, it does," she returned.

"It makes me very interested in you, Mr.Burns." "But, how can you have any confidence--How can you help me with my book now that you know what I am ?" he persisted, for he was sincerely puzzled by her apparent indifference to the revelation he had made of his character.
"Auntie Sue,"-- she answered,--"just Auntie Sue.