"But why not? You say you are not busy."
"In one sense I am not busy; but I have some work to do."
"Some of your literary work?"
Florence nodded, but did not speak.
"I have to copy something," she said, after a pause; "I have to send it to the editor of the Argonaut; he is waiting."
"Do you know, I have only read one of your stories, the first which appeared in the Argonaut? It was clever."
"I wish it had been idiotic," replied Florence. "Everyone says to me: 'Your story is clever.' I hate that story."
"I am delighted to hear you say so. I did not admire it myself. Of course I saw that it was—"
"Don't say again that it was clever. I don't wish to hear anything about it. I cannot come with you to-day. I have to do some copying."
"Why do you say copying?"