"It does look a little like Micah's arm," she said meditatively.
"Well--you kin put it in."
The editor was so well pleased with his success that he must needs make
another suggestion. "I suppose," he said ingenuously, "that you don't
want to answer the 'Personal'?"
"'Personal'?" she repeated quickly, "what's that? I ain't seen no
'Personal.'" The editor saw his blunder. She, of course, had never seen
Mr. Dimmidge's artful "Personal;" THAT the big dailies naturally had not
noticed nor copied. But it was too late to withdraw now. He brought
out a file of the "Clarion," and snipping out the paragraph with his
scissors, laid it before the lady.
She stared at it with wrinkled brows and a darkening face.
"And THIS was in the same paper?--put in by Mr. Dimmidge?" she asked
breathlessly.
The editor, somewhat alarmed, stammered "Yes." But the next moment he
was reassured. The wrinkles disappeared, a dozen dimples broke out where
they had been, and the determined, matter-of-fact Mrs.
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