"Say, Mr. Gregory, that's great stuff, do let us keep that in the interview."
"Please, boys, draw your pencil through that ... it doesn't sound the way I meant it."
"Oh, all right"—a sigh—"but it's a shame to leave it out."
The last and final outrage—perpetrated by the papers by orders from above, I am sure....
Even the second uproar had died down.
Always the "natives" in West Grove and round about, our neighbours, behaved considerately, let us alone ... we were greeted politely wherever we went....
But now, Mrs. Rond informed me, strange men were appearing on the street corners, conducting a regular soapbox campaign against us....
Some of them were seen to get on and off trains going to and coming from New York....
Goaded and spurred by these mysterious outsiders, the village people began to act aloof, and the more ignorant of them sullen toward us ... but as yet it was only in the air, nothing concrete to lay hold of.