Everywhere I go, people are talking about the darned thing.

Every man, woman and child, also unmarried females of both sexes, who got invitations are coming--and those who didn't get 'em are trying to bribe the traffic cop at Forty-Second Street to let 'em in." Hunt paused for a chuckle.

"And I'm having the time of my young life with the people who always thought I couldn't paint, and who are now trying to sidle up to me on the suspicion that possibly after all I can paint.

What's got that bunch buffaloed is the fact that Graham has let it leak out that I'm likely to make bales of money from my painting.

The idea of any one making money out of painting, that's too much for their heads.