"Don't be afraid."
"Not to collect material for 'Confessions'?"
"No," he said, smiling dimly.
"Not even to write to the Saviours of America?"
"No."
"I hate those Saviours! America doesn't need 'em."
"She has only to say so," he said, his old sensitive vanity a little stung.
"Oh, America is all right."
"Very well, America."
He drew up the chair again and sat closer to the bedside.