It attracted not the least attention.
Just before he went to bed the Sunday evening of its appearance, Condy read it over again for the last time.
"It's a rotten failure," he muttered gloomily as he cast the paper from him.

"Simple drivel.

I wonder what Blix will think of it.

I wonder if I amount to a hill of beans.

I wonder WHAT she wants to go East for, anyway.".