"Can't we get her away?" I exclaimed impatiently.
Elsie shook her head.
"I've tried, but she simply won't leave town."
"But what's to keep her?"
"There's the paper every week."
It always annoys me to find any one thinking the world will come to an end unless run on his or her own favourite lines.
"If she died, some one else would have to edit it," I pointed out. "Who's doing it now?"
"Mrs. Millington. I'm afraid it's no use telling people that till they are dead."
"And then it's a little late in the day," I answered irritably.
Elsie proceeded to give me the real reason for Joyce's obstinacy.