"How do you happen to know so much about what counts on a newspaper ?" she questioned sharply.
"Because my father edited one for years.

All the newspaper folks know James Merton Eliot.

You must have heard of him," replied Patience with grim satisfaction.
"You don't mean it! I never dreamed you could be his daughter," gasped Kathleen, regarding her tall roommate with positive awe.

Then she said, almost humbly: "Say what you like to me.

I'll listen to it, no matter how much it hurts." "But I don't wish to hurt you," remonstrated Patience, "nor to preach.