And all for the ephemeral reading of a day--of a forenoon, more likely--to be forgotten when the evening journals came out! Shortly after the typewriter gave its final click the editor came in.
"I didn't like to disturb you while you were at work, and so I kept at my own task, which was no light one, and thus I appreciate the enormous strain that has rested on you.

Your account is magnificent, Miss Baxter; just what I wanted, and never hoped to get." "I am glad you liked it," said the girl, laughing somewhat dismally at the croaking sound of her own voice.
"I need not ask you if you were there, for no person but one who was present, and one who knew how to describe, could have produced such a vivid account of it all.

How did you get in ?" "In where ?" murmured Jennie drowsily.

She found difficulty in keeping her mind on what he was saying.
"To the Duchess of Chiselhurst's ball." "Oh, getting in was easy enough; it was the getting out that was the trouble." "Like prison, eh ?" suggested the editor.

"Now, will you have a little wine, or something stronger ?" "No, no.