"Just so, my dear sir, just so," answered the editor. "Everything
depends upon the public--everything, I pledge you my word of
honor."
"Don't look doubtful, Mrs. Kerby; there isn't a doubt about it,"
whispered the kind doctor, giving the manuscript a confident
smack as he passed by me with it on his way to the door.
In another minute he and the editor, and the poor cheap-looking
brown paper parcel, were gone. The others followed them out, and
I was left in the hall alone.
Oh, Public! Public! it all depends now upon you! The children are
to have new clothes from top to toe; I am to have a black silk
gown; William is to buy a beautiful traveling color-box; the rent
is to be paid; all our kind friends at the farmhouse are to have
little presents, and our future way in this hard world is to be
smoothed for us at the outset, if you will only accept a poor
painter's stories which his wife has written down for him After
Dark!
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