grow. He is after Sally and she knows it.
I don�t know that Haney didn�t suspect me
of having some little game of my own pertinent to
the girls. When I told him emphatically though
incidentally the contrary he said he wished he
had known etc. This he repeated more than once.
Men are seldom generous and above board in love.
Morris has been doing the amiable with little
Miss Maguire, who has also grown mighty friendly
with me. They have confabs on the stairs or the
open space from which we emerge into our attics.
This Sunday afternoon I left �em sitting on a
big trunk, reading out of one book. Or rather Mor-
ris was doing the elocutionary. Morris has been
doing sub-editor on a paper just now burst up.
He is very amiable and kindly, but captions and
common-place, will make piddling puns, and has
an extremely good opinion of himself. I admire
especially his expecting, as it were, that things should
be made easy for him in the rough and tumble of
New York journalism. He must be introduced here,
mentioned there and all forsooth on the strength
of certain K. N. Pepper �pomes,� two thirds of the
merits of which consisted in bad spelling and oddity.
(Well said old Johnson �Nothing odd is permanently
popular.�) What popularity they had died out
long ago, was swamped by the herd of imitators.
Anon, when my Courier articles appeared, Morris