“Herself. She said you had a very nice critical sense, and she thought you would really do well in some direction where your literary analysis would be required.”
“It is very nice of you to tell me such complimentary things. You don’t usually believe in compliments, do you?”
“That depends. I believe in encouraging those who deserve it. Do you know that I am thinking of turning newspaper man?”
“Really?” And Persis clasped her hands interestedly. “Then you’ll be just the one to tell me all about it. What are you going to do?”
“I have been writing for one or two papers lately, and I have been offered a position on the staff of a new weekly.”
“Shall you like it better than ‘professing,’ as Lisa and I call it?”
“Much better. I never intended to teach except while I should be making the way for something else.”
“Oh, I always thought you meant to be a professor.” And Persis looked thoughtful.
“I never intended any such thing. I am much fonder of journalism.”
Persis’s face took on a new expression of interest. “How nice it will be!” she declared. “I always said I meant to be an editor.”