"No, no! be a good boy, don't muss me up now!"
She wore a plain, navy-blue skirt ... wore a white middy blouse with blue, flowing tie ... easy shoes that fitted snug to her pretty little feet ... her eyes never held such depths to them, her face never shone with such beauty before.
I wore a brown sweater vest with pearl buttons ... corduroy trousers ... black oxfords ... a flowing tie....
A large log fire welcomed my former Kansas friend.
"Well, Johnnie, it's been a long time since I've seen you."
"Jerome, let me introduce you to the only woman that ever lived, or shall live, for me ... Hildreth Baxter."
As Hildreth gave Miller her hand, I could see that he liked her, and that he inwardly commented on my good taste and perhaps said to himself, "Well, Johnnie is not so crazy after all!"
After I had given him the interview, he asked her a few questions, but she begged to be left out, that it was my interview.
"Mr. Miller, you are a friend of Johnnie's ... I have often heard him speak highly of you; can't you dissuade him from having this interview printed ... no matter if you have been sent by your paper all the way down here for it?"
Jerome liked what Hildreth had said, admired her for her common sense. He offered to return to the city, and risk his job by stating that he had been hoaxed.