We inclose our reader's report on the same. Also inclose bill
for ten dollars for reading-fee, which kindly remit at early
convenience.
He stood in the hall at Mrs. Arty's just before dinner.
He reread the letter and slowly opened the reader's report,
which announced:
"Millionaire's Daughter." One-act vlle. Utterly impos.
Amateurish to the limit. Dialogue sounds like burlesque of
Laura Jean Libbey. Can it.
Nelly was coming down-stairs. He handed her the letter and
report, then tried to stick out his jaw. She read them. Her
hand slipped into his. He went quickly toward the basement and
made himself read the letter--though not the report--to the
tableful. He burned the manuscript of his play before going to
bed. The next morning he waded into The Job as he never had
before. He was gloomily certain that he would never get away
from The Job. But he thought of Nelly a hundred times a day and
hoped that sometime, some spring night of a burning moon, he
might dare the great adventure and kiss her.
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