"Your father," I said, "was interested in people, in everything they did. It was what he was."
"I see that now," said Anthy.
"And when you come to think of it," I said, "we are more interested in people we know than in people we don't know. We can't escape our own neighbourhoods—and most of us don't want to."
"That's all right," said Nort; "but it seems to me since I've been in this town that it is just the things that are most interesting of all that don't get into the Star. Why, there's more amusing and thrilling news about Hempfield published every day up there on the veranda of the Hempfield House than gets into the Star in a month. I could publish a paper, at least once, that would——"
"I have always said," interrupted the Captain, "that the basic human interest was politics. Politics is the life of the people. Politics——"
Fergus's face cracked open with a smile.
"We might print a few poems."
He said it in such a tone of ironical humour and it seemed so absurd that we all laughed, except Nort.
Nort stopped suddenly, with his eyes gleaming.
"Why not, Fergus?" he exclaimed. "Great idea, Fergus."