Theartist did not catch my meaning at all.
Afterall, the gulf between the law clerk in Mr.
To be sure, I hate having aneditor ask me to send a
story, somehow. And I feel such a craving to COMPEL him to. He was not very old,as
years go, but he had burned up most of his constitution in awild youth.
He was not a member of the church,was he? Not like
the new one atthe Corner that Tom Semple is putting up.
And then I got up in the chilly grey dawn andbegan
a new story. But lately theyhave become rather impersonal, it seems to me. None of
us, noteven self-sufficing Murrays of New Moon, like to be barred out. Why have you
always been so hard on Perry, Ilse? And my promise to Aunt Elizabeth HAShelped me,
as Mr. Somethingin Teddys use of we thrilled her with its implications.
Ive got quite a bit of resentment and rebellion and
discouragementout of my system. Havent I tried repeatedly and gained nothing for my
painsbut a harvest of we-regrets? Well, I suppose Blair Water and the old life here
are to him as atale that is told now.
Will you promise ME that whenever you look at that
star youllthink of me? This shows, she is almost sure, that he cares nothingabout
me. Faint stains of rose in her rounded cheeks thatsometimes suddenly deepened to
crimson. I suppose you will always bedisappointed.
If I ever want to marry any one Ill tell you so
andmarry him in spite of your teeth. I wonder if he really does alwaysthink of me
when he sees it. Thats the chief use of a diary, I believe.
Madisons took my story, A Flaw in the
Indictment!
He NEVER praises anything I write
nowadays.
In some mysterious way he seems to begrowing
younger.
I wrote and rewrote and altered and interlined
untilmy MS.
Perhaps it was the crease andthe ears that made
certain people think her something of a puss.
The dear editor waskind enough to say it was a
charming story. Faint stains of rose in her rounded cheeks thatsometimes suddenly
deepened to crimson. The sting andthe tang alike go out of things.