“How do you reckon we feel then?” drawled a little girl from Alabama, who only the week before had been torn limb from limb by the relentless “Would-be’s.”
“This is a story that I have sent on many a journey and it always comes back to its doting mother. I have received several personal letters about it——”
“Oh, wonderful!” came from several members.
“Only think, the most encouraging thing that has happened to me yet was once a Western magazine kept my manuscript almost three weeks,” sighed a willowy maiden.
“Now please criticize it just as severely as you can. I want to sell it, and something must be done to it before the editors will take it,” begged Molly, getting over her ridiculous stage fright.
“Fire away!” said parliamentary Billie.
“How long is it?” asked Lilian Swift.
“About five thousand words, I think!”
“Whew!” blew the girl who hoped to get her plot in edgewise.
There was a general laugh and then Molly cleared her throat for action. “First, let me tell you I saw a clipping in the New York Times asking for Fairy Godmothers for the soldiers. That was what put the idea in my head. The title is: ‘Fairy Godmothers Wanted.’”