.. how love should be all ... how there
should, ideally, be no marriage ceremony ... but if any at all, only
after the first child had been born ... how the state should have
nothing to do with the private love-relations of the individual....
The reporter from the _Sun_ shook hands good-bye.
"But you haven't taken a single note!" I protested.
"I have it all here, in my head."
"But how can you report me accurately?"
"See to-morrow's _Sun_."
* * * * *
The interview with me was a marvel in two ways: it represented to a
hair's breadth everything I had pronounced, transmuted into the
reporter's own style of writing ... it curtailed my conversation where I
had repeated myself or wandered off into trivial detail.
* * * * *
"I wonder what they'll say back in Kansas!" I had exclaimed to Hildreth,
in the hearing of the reporters.
"Oh, bother Kansas!" replied Hildreth humorously.
For a month "I wonder what they'll say back in Kansas" was a catch-word
for Broadway and the town.
When the _Evening Journal_ put us in their "Dingbat Family" I enjoyed
the humour of it. But Hildreth was angry and aggrieved.
"You and Penton," remarked she, "for men of culture and sensibility,
have bigger blind spots than ordinary in your make-up. Why, Johnnie, I
believe you enjoy the comic pictures about this business!.
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