He laughed scornfully.
"Don't you believe it!" he interrupted.

"That man who was talking to you was Sam Ward.

He's the smartest newspaper man in New York; he was just leading you on.

Do you suppose there's a reporter in America who wouldn't know you in the dark?
Wait until you see the Sunday paper." Sister Anne exclaimed indignantly.
"He did not know me!" she protested.

"It quite upset him that I should be wasting my life measuring out medicines and making beds." There was a shriek of disbelief and laughter.
"I told him," continued Sister Anne, "that I got forty dollars a month, and he said I could make more as a typewriter; and I said I preferred to be a manicurist." "Oh, Anita!" protested the admiring chorus.
"And he was most indignant.