This bit of irony was lost on the old Captain.
"Fudge!" he exclaimed indignantly. "Get out a paper! We were publishing the Star in Hempfield before ever Ed Smith was born."
"I'll tell you what, Cap'n—and Miss Doane," said Nort, "we ought to get out a paper this week that will show Ed a thing or two, stir things up a bit."
I saw Anthy turn toward him with a curious live look in her eyes. Youth had spoken to youth.
"We could do it!" she said, with unexpected energy. "We could just do it."
Nort unfurled his legs and walked nervously down the office.
"What would you put in her?" asked the practical Fergus.
"Put in her!" exclaimed Nort. "What couldn't you put in her? Put some life in her, I say. Stir things up."
"I have just written an editorial on William J. Bryan," remarked the Captain with deliberation.
"My father always used to say," said Anthy, "that the little things of life are really the big things. I didn't used to think so; it used to hurt me to see him waste his life writing items about the visits of the Backuses—you know what visitors the Backuses are—and the big squashes raised by Jim Palmer, and the meetings of the Masons and the Odd Fellows; but I believe he was successful with the Star because he packed it full of just such little personal news."