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the letter, the other the check. Connie's face was pale, and she caught her head with both hands, laughingly nervously. "I'm going round," she gasped. "Stop me." Carol promptly pushed her down in a chair and sat upon her lap. "Pretty good,--eh, what?" "Oh, Carol, don't say that, it sounds awful," cautioned Lark. "What do you think about it, Connie? Pretty fair boost for a struggling young author, don't you think? Family, arise! The Chautauqua salute! We have arrived. Connie is an author. Forty-five dollars!" "But however did you do it?" wondered Connie breathlessly. "Why, we sent it out, and--" "Just once?" "Alas, no,--we sent it seven times." "Oh, girls, how could you! Think of the stamps! I'm surprised you had the money." "Remember that last quarter we borrowed of you? Well!" Connie laughed excitedly. "Oh, oh!--forty-five dollars! Think of it. Oh, father!" "Where's the story," he asked, a little jealously. "Why didn't you let me look it over, Connie?" "Oh, father, I--couldn't. I--I--I felt shy about it. You don't know how it is father, but--we want to keep them hidden. We don't get proud of them until they've been accepted." "Forty-five dollars." Aunt Grace kissed her warmly. "And the letter is worth a hundred times more to us than that. And when we see the story--" "We'll go thirds on the money, twins," said Connie. The twins looked eager, but conscientious. "No," they said, "it's just a boost, you know. We can't take the money." "Oh, you've got to go thirds. You ought to have it all. I would have burned it." "No, Connie," said Carol, "we know you aren't worth devotion like ours, but we donate it just the same--it's gratis." "All right," smiled Connie. "I know what you want, anyhow. Come on, auntie, let's go down town. I'm afraid that silver silk mull will be sold before we get there." The twins fell upon her ecstatically. "Oh, Connie, you mustn't. We can't allow it. Oh, of course if you insist, dearest, only--" And then they rushed to find hats and gloves for their generous sister and devoted aunt. The second story came back in due time, but with the boost still strong in her memory, and with the fifteen dollars in the bank, Connie bore it bravely and started it traveling once more. Most of the stories never did find a permanent lodging place, and Connie carried an old box to the attic for a repository for her mental fruits that couldn't make friends away from hom
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