This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ..."Oh, by the way, I'm interviewing you," Cadge announced; Star wants to follow up its beat. You haven't talked?" "Why, no; but--do I have to be interviewed?" Just at first the idea was a shock, I must confess. "Do you have to be interviewed? Wish all interviewees were as meek. Why, of course, Helen, you'll want ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ..."Oh, by the way, I'm interviewing you," Cadge announced; Star wants to follow up its beat. You haven't talked?" "Why, no; but--do I have to be interviewed?" Just at first the idea was a shock, I must confess. "Do you have to be interviewed? Wish all interviewees were as meek. Why, of course, Helen, you'll want to make a statement. I 'phoned the Star photographer to meet me here, but he's failed to connect. However, Kitty can sketch--" "Oh, Miss Bryant!" wailed Aunt. "An interview! How frightful! Can't you let her off?" "Why, I don't exactly see how--though I might--" Cadge deliberated, studying Aunt's face rather than mine, "--might wait and see the red extras. I know how she feels, Mrs. Baker--they're always that way, at first--and I'm anxious to spare her, but--I can't let the Star be beaten. If I were you--" She turned to me, hesitated a moment, then burst out impulsively: --"If I were you, I wouldn't say a word! Not--one--blessed--word! I'd pique curiosity. There! That is treason! Why, I'd give my eye teeth, 'most, for a nice signed statement. But I'll wait--that is, if you really, honest-Injun, prefer." "You're very kind," said Aunt Frank, with a sigh of bewildered relief. "We'd give anything, of course--anything!--to avoid--" "Mind," Cadge admonished me as she rose to go. "I'm running big risks, letting you off; the office relied on me. If you do talk to anybody else, or even see anybody, you'll let me know, quick? And if you don't want to give up, look out for a little fat girl with blue eyes and a baby stare; she'll be here sure, crying for pictures; generally gets 'em, first time, too. Snuffles and dabs her eyes and says: 'If I go back without any photograph, I'll lose my j-o-o-o-b! Wa-a-a-h! Wa-a-a-h! until you do anything to get rid of...
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