And so Mr. Edgerton is very much worried and I says to him, “Do you really think that she will do such a mean thing?” He says, “I do not know for is it possible to say what a woman will do when she is very angry?” I says, “Yes it is possible,” I says, “if you do not mind answering me a very personal question.” “What is that Miss Riggs?” “Will you tell me whether Mrs. Edgerton has got any money of her own?” “No she has not.” “Then Mr. Edgerton,” I says, “you may rest quite easy for she is not going to say a word to the Spokesman nor to anyone else that will tell because don’t you see that if she done that she would be throwing her bread and butter in the mud?” I says. “But she is frightfully angry Miss Riggs almost hysterical.” “That is all right,” I says. “But when a woman gets hysterical she always keeps one corner of her brains that knows what she is doing and why. Mrs. Edgerton has got a swell apartment and an electric coop and a squirrel-skin coat and all them things is very nice and what is making her angry is the idea that I am getting a part of them away from her. But that is not going to make her give up the rest,” I says. “Really now,” he says, “you are too cynical about women.” “No,” I says, “but women have had to get what they have got from men and they have had to learn how. But maybe these is things that it is not right for women to tell to men so if you do not mind I will talk to you about the Spokesman and what He thinks about my idea that He should have a lot of pictures took showing Himself as a farmer’s Boy back on the old homestead.” Well he tells me that he has talked about the idea with the Spokesman who is very much enthused about it and thinks it will be a great publicity stunt. And He is going to send up word for them to water the hay on the old place and grow it just as quick as they can and when it is high enough He will take His private train with about a hundred newspaper reporters up there and they can take pictures of the great Man riding a hayrake and that will surely be better than riding a camelephant. And Mr. Edgerton says he has spoke to the reporters also and they are keen about it and one of them has got the promise of a picture of the Spokesman with His arm about His favorite cow that He milked when He was a boy and when the general manager of the Amalgamated Press Association or something like that got wind about what they was planning he telegraphed for a life-size picture of the Spokesman leading old Dobbin home from the pasture. Mr. Edgerton says it is a shame that hay grows so late in them artic regions and there is no way you can imitate it in a motion picture studio. And then I says, “Look-a-here Mr. Edgerton,” I says, “I have got a crow to pick with you and now is the time.”