I wish you'd go off somewhere and die quietly and leave me alone." "Well, just let me come up and explain," the reporter urged.

"All I want is a story of your flight across country.

You're mistaken if you think I'm guilty of--" "Oh, well, if that's all you want.

But I'm just about off reporters for life.

You'll have to do some apologizing, believe me!" Johnny was sprawled on the nice, white bed, with his boot heels cocked up on the expensive mahogany footboard.