Miss Betsy AgainD
uring our stay in Newport that queer old Miss Betsy Pryor used to write to Mme. Storey every day or so. Her letters were so original, so different from the rest of the fan mail, that my employer always made a point of answering them immediately. I ought to mention that Crider's delvings among the tax lists had revealed Miss Betsy as one of the richest women in Newport, if not in all America. On her last return she had reported on an income of more than one million dollars. Yet there she lived behind her nine foot wall, apparently forgotten by the world. Crider's piece of information made Mme. Storey thoughtful.
One of Miss Betsy's notes that I have kept by me read:
'Dear Mme. Storey:
'I am wondering if you are still in Newport, since I no longer see your name included
