Robinson was not to be hurried into divulging the result of her calls. She remained massively mysterious. Esther began to wish she had not hurried Joe off so unceremoniously. After her first cup of tea, however, her mother asked for a slip of paper and a pencil. "I want that pencil in my machine drawer, that writes black, and any kind of paper'll do," she said.

He paused there, and his tone altered when he continued: "Thet paper'll lay whar no man won't nuver see hit save myself unless ye breaks yore word. Ef I gits murdered, one man'll know whar thet paper's at but not what's in hit. He'll give hit over ter ther Harpers an' they'll straightway hunt ye down an' kill ye like a mad dog. What does ye say?"

"Oh, the paper'll do just as well," said Susan; "he's goin' to print one sheet as comes all printed from the city every week an' he says that'll put new zest in the thing. It'll be a great deal better to get the zest that way than to get it exposin'. Zest is suthin' as is always safest a good ways off.

"So you don't pull well together," he said, when he had elicited an outline of the situation from the editor. "No, not altogether," admitted Raphael. "Do you think the paper'll live?" "I can't say," said Raphael, dropping limply into his chair. "Even if it does.

The mere idee of a paper'll do a heap for the town." "I'm entertainin' sentiments sim'lar, says Enright; "an' I guess I'll write this Colonel Sterett that we'll go him once if we lose. I'm assisted to this concloosion by hearin', the last time I'm in Tucson, that Red Dog, which is our rival, is out to start a paper, in which event it behooves Wolfville to split even with 'em at the least."

"Don't want no summons, more'n word that His Majesty has a use for me." "Your allotment paper'll be made out when you get to St Martin's, or else aboard ship." "Right. A man takes orders in these days." "But go back and fetch your kit," advised the Chief Officer of Coastguard, who had strolled up. "The brake'll be arriving in ten minutes." He paid Nicky-Nan the attention of a glance no more.

He made Sam wash and wash and wash his hands before he was allowed to handle any of the delicate paper. "De paper'll jest git dirty right away," grumbled Sam sullenly, albeit he washed his hands, and his eyes glowed as they used to when a child at a rare "find" in the gutter. "Wot'll you do when it gits dirty?" demanded Sam belligerently. "Put on some clean," said Michael sunnily.

Atkins was just saying, when the boy's scream was heard, "you tell your Ma she needn't hurry about these coats. I guess that paper'll cover 'em, if I put another knot in th' string. My land! what's that! "Fire! Fire!" the boy was bawling all along the street. "It's the Pepperses little brown house." Somebody said, "Poor children." Others, "Don't let 'em hear," "Too late!" and various other things.

"Amarilly, we can't hev everything to onct," he rebuked solemnly. "The paper'll crack as sure as fate, if you put it on now." "Let it crack!" defied Amarilly. "Then you can put on more.