'Why, darling,' he said, 'I thought you just made it up as you went along.'
'But could you seriously advise me?' I ventured.
So he remarked that all the chapters must be about the same length and must be linked together by a strong plot, 'The General Public likes strong meat,' he said, and he looked at me and then across at father, and they laughed and telegraphed things to one another.
Nannie is the only person who really helps me. She said,—
'Why, you haven't got anything in yet about the old church, dearie, and after that I should write a chapter every day about what you do.'
'But the chapters won't be all the same length then.'
'I shouldn't worry about a thing like that,' said Nannie with her usual homely common sense, 'because even the General Public knows that some days are much longer than others. Why the calendar marks the longest and the shortest, doesn't it.'
'Yes,' I said doubtfully.
'Well, then!' said Nannie.
So I will tell about the old church and "marey Falkner's" chemise.