“He is delicate, I suppose?”
She laughed.
“He’s six feet and over, wide and strong as a battleship.”
“And he expects you to support him?”
“No. He protests, but you see I took a sort of advantage of him when I married him. He didn’t want to marry me.”
“You are a most extraordinary young woman,” remarked Mr. Strong.
“Oh, no, I am usual enough. I help Jarvis with his plays, and what I say seems to have sense. Do you know?”
“I do.”
“So just for fun I wrote the story, and just for fun I sent it to your contest.”
“Well, just for fun we gave you the prize.”
She laughed.
“We want a whole series of tales about that girl. She’s new.”
“How many is a series?”
“Oh, eight or ten, if you have material enough.”
“Oh, yes, I live—I mean I get material all the time.”
“What do you want for them?”
