"Aunt," I managed to say, "here is Kitty come to condole with me and
congratulate me; and this is my friend, Miss Bryant of the _Star_.
You remember? She was here at the tea."
"A reporter!"
"Oh, I had to know! Don't worry. Cadge, dear, did nobody but you see me?"
"The fossils never have anything they can't clip," said Cadge in the tone
of absorption that her work always commands. "I'm surprised myself at the
_Echo_, though it did notice that a 'Miss Winslow' fainted in the Van
Dam box. But haven't you had reporters here--regiments? Expected to find
you ordering Gatlings for the siege."
"We're bombarded!" said Aunt. "With--er--"
"Rapid fire questions," suggested Ethel.
"--but the servants have their orders. Of course," Aunt added uneasily,
"we're glad to see any friend of Nelly's."
"Oh, by the way, I'm interviewing you," Cadge announced; _Star_ wants
to follow up its beat. You haven't talked?"
"Why, no; but--do I have to be interviewed?"
Just at first the idea was a shock, I must confess.
"Do you _have_ to be interviewed? Wish all interviewees were as meek.
Why, of course, Helen, you'll want to make a statement.
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