Owen Oliver, A Literary Agent (1902)
“ He listened very attentively, playing with a paper-knife. "I am sure Aunt Anne would like to help you," he said; "but I am afraid she can't. You see, money is very hard to make nowadays—even on a paper." He sighed. I noticed that his clothes weren't much newer than father's. "Aunt Anne gets paid after contributors like your father; and, if there isn't enough—" He shrugged his shoulders. "I doubt if she has a sovereign to spare." ”
Owen Oliver, A Literary Agent (1902)
“ As I have said, she means well. "It wouldn't be right, Jane, and I couldn't; but it is so good of you to want to do it for them." "'Tain't for them—it's for you." Jane likes me. I don't know why. "Yer'd go without nothink yerself for them boys—the greedy little wretches!" "Jane! How dare you!" They are the dearest little boys in the world; only, Jane is so stupid and doesn't understand how to manage them. "They don't think of nothink but their own selves," she grumbled. ”
Owen Oliver, A Literary Agent (1902)
“ If people had better taste, father's stories would sell better. He has often told me so. "I know wot I like, an' so does other people," she persisted. Jane is stubborn, and thinks she knows things when she doesn't. She represents the public, father says, when editors make him angry. Editors are very trying. They accept other people's things that aren't nearly so good as his. "If you know so much," I suggested, "perhaps you can tell me how to get the sovereign." She pulled at her apron, till I was afraid she would draw some teeth. ”
