"Well, yes—I'll give you thirty."
"Can't play. I'm going to finish this novel, BILL."
"Is that one of the books you write about in the papers?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to praise it, or cut it up?"
"I'm going to give it such a—well, no, on second thoughts, I believe I'm going to praise it." And I did.
LETTERS TO ABSTRACTIONS.
No. III.—TO POMPOSITY.
MY DEAR POMPOSITY,