Such conditions are often trying, Skim; I've had a good many manuscripts rejected myself." But the boy would not be conciliated.
"I'll send it to Munsey's, thet's what I'll do; an' then you'll be durn sorry," he said, almost ready to cry.
"Do," urged Louise sweetly.

"And if they print it, Mr.Clark, I'll agree to purchase your next story for fifty dollars." "All right; the fifty's mine.

I got witnesses, mind ye!" and he flounced out of the room like an angry schoolboy.
"Oh, Louise," exclaimed Patsy, reproachfully, "why didn't you let me see the thing?
It would have been better than a circus." "Poor boy!" said the literary editor, with a sigh.

"I didn't want to humiliate him more than I could help.

I wonder if he really will have the audacity to send it to Munsey's ?" And now the door opened to admit Peggy McNutt, who had been watching his chance to stump across to the printing office as soon as Skim left there.