"And you didn't know any one when, you went up to Chicago from--" "Tippecanoe?
Not exactly that.

I wasn't acquainted with any one in the office, but they had printed somethings of mine, and they were willing to let me try my hand.

That was all I could ask." "Of course! You knew you could do the rest.

Well, it is like a romance.
A woman couldn't have such an adventure as that!" sighed the girl.
"But women do!" Burnamy retorted.

"There is a girl writing on the paper now--she's going to do the literary notices while I'm gone--who came to Chicago from Ann Arbor, with no more chance than I had, and who's made her way single-handed from interviewing up." "Oh," said Miss Triscoe, with a distinct drop in her enthusiasm.