And those were reporters that you shoved out of the office, too, and that is why they wrote about us in such a horrid way.
And I shall never be able to live it down.

I shall be considered hysterical and always fainting, which is not true and a perfect libel which they ought to be sent to jail for printing.

I shall probably have that horrid Lochinvar piece recited at me the rest of my life, Johnny, and I should think you would be willing to apologize to the sheriff and be nice now and make them let you off easy.

And dad blames me for eloping with you and thinks we had it planned before he got home yesterday, and he says there was no excuse and it showed a lack of confidence in his judgment.

He says you are a d.