Theodora Goes Wild Page #2

-Good night.

-Good night.

I declare to goodness,

you're a Lynn clear through.

Just downright fine.

I'll give you a batch of cookies

to take in to Adelaide.

-All right.

-The soft ginger kind.

They won't be all crumbs

by the time they get to her.

Come to think of it, I won't send a letter

to that Stevenson publisher.

I'm going to send a telegram.

"Fewer and stronger words," I always say.

Something like this...

"Gentlemen, so to speak." No.

"ln the name of decency

and good morals." No.

"This brazen filth..."

"...published by you is

a disgrace to American morals

"and a sin against American youth."

Signed, "Rebecca Perry,

President, Lynnfield Literary Circle."

Nice going, Rebecca.

Miss Adams will just love this.

See that those contracts are ready for her

to sign on the movie purchase of her book.

Yes, Mr. Stevenson.

And let me have

an up-to-the-minute statement

-on the sales to date.

-Yes, sir.

Show her in, please, the moment she arrives.

Yes, sir.

Miss Adams.

How do you do, Miss Adams?

-Hello.

-Well, come in, come in.

I'm awfully glad to see you.

Seems years between visits.

Come sit down. Sit down, Miss Lynn.

-Adams.

-I'm sorry.

But how much time do I get today?

Well, the usual hour.

Uncle John's expecting me.

Well, let's sit down.

Say, I got a wire this morning

that might amuse you.

I know. Signed Rebecca Perry.

Why did you sell those serial rights

to the Lynnfield Bugle?

Have you got an aspirin?

Well, I haven't even heard about the Bugle.

An aspirin for Miss Adams.

But I think it's very funny.

Very funny. Maybe you do,

but I had to sit and listen to it read out loud,

and I give you my word,

you have no idea

how indecent the stuff sounded.

-Well, shall we make it two aspirins?

-No. Really.

I suddenly realized I was a writer

of wide reputation and most of it bad.

I could see Lynnfield finding out the truth.

Aunt Mary and Aunt Elsie dying of shame.

The name of Lynn disgraced forever and...

-Your aspirin.

-Thank you. It won't help.

Here.

Now will you please sit down

and stop worrying and let me talk to you?

Mr. Stevenson, do you have to advertise

Caroline Adams in letters that size?

Couldn't you make them just a little bit...

That's what makes the size

of your bank account.

Would you like to have a look

at your balance?

Well, it couldn't possibly interest me.

I can't use any of it

without telling where I got it.

Will you please stop worrying?

Now, the identity of Caroline Adams

will never be known.

Miss Baldwin and I will carry the secret

to our graves.

Now, that ought to take care of everything,

oughtn't it?

Everything except my own conscience.

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