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sentence had to be rewritten, and when the reading of the story, Was It
Signed? was finished, Rosa said, "A remarkably clean set of proofs; only
a few changes, and those slight ones. In the case of very few authors
are their original ideas and second thoughts so harmonious. How do you
manage it, Miss Pettengill?"
"Oh, I don't know," replied Alice, with a smile, "unless it is that I
keep my original ideas in my mind until they reach the stage of second
thoughts, and then I have them written down."
"You will find Miss Pettengill very exact in dictation," said Quincy to
Rosa. "I took that long story there down in pencil, and I don't think I
was obliged to change a dozen words."
"To work with Miss Pettengill," remarked Rosa, "will be more of a
pleasure than a task."
This idea was re-echoed in Quincy's mind, and for a moment he had a
feeling of positive envy towards Miss Very. Then he thought that hers
was paid service, while his had been a labor--of love. Yes, it might as
well be put that way.
The sun had sunk quite low in the west when the second story, Her Native
Land, was completed.
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