She said it wasn't addressed in your writing, but I thought maybe it was you." "Indeed, no! I saw the prize offer, but I'd never dream of competing for it.

I think it would be perfectly disgraceful to write a story to advertise a baking powder.

It would be almost as bad as Judson Parker's patent medicine fence." So spake Anne loftily, little dreaming of the valley of humiliation awaiting her.

That very evening Diana popped into the porch gable, bright-eyed and rosy cheeked, carrying a letter.
"Oh, Anne, here's a letter for you.

I was at the office, so I thought I'd bring it along.