Kate Douglas Wiggin's choicest possession, she says, is a letter which she once received from the superintendent of a home for the feeble-minded. He spoke in glowing terms of the pleasure with which the "inmates" had read her little book, "Marm Lisa," and ended thus superbly:
"In fact, madam, I think I may safely say that you are the favorite author of the feeble-minded!"
Harold Jenks, a syndicate editor of Denver, was talking about the low rates paid by the magazines.
"They who write for newspaper syndicates, where their work appears simultaneously in forty or fifty newspapers all over the country," said Mr. Jenks, "make a good deal of money. Of course, the magazine writer, beside such men, isn't one, two, three.
"A seedy magazine writer dropped in on me this morning to borrow a quarter. As he left, he said:
"'Jenks, old man, the difference between a hen and a magazine writer is this—while they both scratch for a living, the hen gets hers.'"
Consolation
"How did your novel come out?"