What do you think? Papa's book has been refused by the Jena publisher,
by three Berlin publishers, by two in Stuttgart, and one in Leipzig. It
is now journeying round Leipzig to the remaining publishers. The first
time it came back we felt the blow and drooped; the second time we felt
it but did not droop; the third time we felt nothing; the fourth time we
laughed. 'Foolish men,' chuckled Papa, tickled by such blindness to
their own interests, 'if none will have it we will translate it and send
it to England, what?'
'Who is we, darling?' I asked anxiously.
'We is you, Rose-Marie,' said Papa, pulling my ear.
'Oh,' said I.
Scene closes.