"What is it? Something's wrong."
She hesitated a moment.
"Nothing, only my story has come back."
"The mischief! When?"
"To-day."
"What for?"
"He said 'twas crude and sensational, and the work of a child."
"The old beast! Truly, Ted, I'm so sorry."
"So am I; but crying won't mend matters."
"Send it to mamma's friend in New York," he suggested kindly.