"I don't believe they often do," said Patsy. "Did she read that thing to you, too?"
"Yes. Patsy, that's a remarkable thing. Do you know, when I went there I thought she was going to call me down for taking off the Faculty in that last Open Alpha. The girls say she hates that sort of thing. You know she always says just what she thinks. And she said, 'I want to read you a little story, Miss Burt, that happened to come into my hands, and that has haunted me since.'"
"How do you suppose she got hold of it?" queried Patsy.
"I don't know, I'm sure. I certainly shouldn't pick her out to exhibit my themes to!—I never saw them together."
"I think I saw them walking once—well, go on!"
"'For the Monthly?' said I.
"'No,' said she. 'I think the author would not consent to its publication.' And then she read it to me. Pat, if that girl has suffered as much as that, I don't see how she stays here."
"She's too proud to do anything else," said Patsy. "Go on."
"Then Miss Henderson said: 'I needn't tell you the value of this thing from a literary point of view, Miss Burt.'
"'No,' said I, 'you needn't.'