Chapter 18 MRS. YOCOMB'S LETTERS

I will not weary the reader with my experiences after arriving at New

York. I could not have felt worse had I been driven into the Dismal

Swamp. My apartments were dusty and stifling, and as cheerless as my

feelings.

My editorial chief welcomed me cordially, and talked business. "After you had gone," he was kind enough to say, "we learn