“Oh,” said Dolly with a sigh, “there are five more columns empty, and we have to send it to the printer to-morrow. We’ll both have to do something more to-night, Phyl.”
“But your lessons, dear!” said Mrs. Wise, “the examination is only a month away. Couldn’t you make the paper later this quarter?”
“If it isn’t out on the first of the month,” Dolly said sadly, “all the girls spend their pocket-money, and can’t buy it.”
“Tell you,” said Richie, “we had an A1 football match against the Grammar—write all about that, Phyl.”
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]“Oh, Richie,” said Dolly, impatiently.
“It ’ud be a great deal interestinger than things about your silly tennis, and tea-parties, and cookery-notes,” said Richie hotly.
“And about green hats being the dominant note this spring in Paris,” quoth Clif.
“I didn’t write that,” said Dolly, “some one else does Fashion.”
“If you like,” said Ted, “I’ll give you enough for a column on Psychic Research.”
“I’m afraid no one would read it,” Dolly said dubiously. “Couldn’t you write a story, Ted? I’m sure you could if you tried; it’s very easy.”