insisted that I should make the suggestion as coming wholly from myself. “If you don’t, Felicity won’t agree to it. You know yourself, Bev, how contrary she’s been lately over anything I mention. And if she goes against it Peter will too--the ninny!--and it wouldn’t be any fun if we weren’t all in it.” “What is it?” asked Felicity, drawing her chair slightly away from Peter’s. “It is this. Let us get up a newspaper of our own--write it all ourselves, and have all we do in it. Don’t you think we can get a lot of fun out of it?” Everyone looked rather blank and amazed, except the Story Girl. She knew what she had to do, and she did it. “What a silly idea!” she exclaimed, with a contemptuous toss of her long brown curls. “Just as if WE could get up a newspaper!” Felicity fired up, exactly as we had hoped. “I think it’s a splendid idea,” she said enthusiastically. “I’d like to know why we couldn’t get up as good a newspaper as they have in town! Uncle Roger says the Daily Enterprise has gone to the dogs--all the news it prints is that some old woman has put a shawl on her head and gone across the road to have tea with another old woman. I guess we could do better than that. You needn’t think, Sara Stanley, that nobody but you can do anything.” “I think it would be great fun,” said Peter decidedly. “My Aunt Jane helped edit a paper when she was at Queen’s Academy, and she said it was very amusing and helped her a great deal.” The Story Girl could hide her delight only by dropping her eyes and frowning. “Bev wants to be editor,” she said, “and I don’t see how he can, with no experience. Anyhow, it would be a lot of trouble.” “Some people are so afraid of a little bother,” retorted Felicity. “I think it would be nice,” said Cecily timidly, “and none of us have any experience of being editors, any more than Bev, so that wouldn’t matter.” “Will it be printed?” asked Dan. “Oh, no,” I said. “We can’t have it printed. We’ll just have to write it out--we can buy foolscap from the teacher.” “I don’t think it will be much of a newspaper if it isn’t printed,” said Dan scornfully. “It doesn’t matter very much what YOU think,” said Felicity. “Thank you,” retorted Dan. “Of course,” said the Story Girl hastily, not wishing to have Dan turned against our project, “if all the rest of you want it I’ll go in for it too. I daresay it would be real good fun, now that I come to think of it. And we’ll keep the copies, and when we become famous they’ll be quite valuable.” “I wonder if any of us ever will be famous,” said Felix. “The Story Girl will be,” I said. “I don’t see how she can be,” said Felicity skeptically. “Why, she’s just one of us.” “Well, it’s decided, then, that we’re to have a newspaper,” I resumed briskly. “The next thing is to choose a name for it. That’s a very important thing.” “How often are you going to publish it?” asked Felix. “Once a month.” “I thought newspapers came out every day, or every week at least,” said Dan. “We couldn’t have one every week,” I explained. “It would be too much work.” “Well, that’s an argument,” admitted Dan. “The less work you can get along with the better, in my opinion. No, Felicity, you needn’t say...