“We’ll come to the ‘buts’ later,” was the stern mandate of the chairman of the day.
“You, Lilian Swift, you next!”
“Too long!” from the blunt Lilian.
“The idea! I think it was just sweet,” from the gentle Alabamian.
“I got kind of mixed in the middle and couldn’t tell which was the nurse and which Polly Nelson,” declared one who had evidently gone off into a cataleptic fit, no doubt dreaming of a story she meant to write some day.
“I never, never could love a man who had deceived me,” sighed the sentimental one with big eyes and a little mouth.
“Personal predilections not valuable as criticism,” said Billie sternly.
Many and various were the opinions expressed. Molly diligently and meekly took notes, agreeing heartily with the ones who thought it was too long.
“Where must I cut it?” she asked eagerly.
“Cut out all the letters!” suggested Lilian.