“Send it to some publisher, I suppose,” answered Brian, soberly; “and then, when they have returned it, send it to some other publisher.”
“Have you any particular publisher to whom you will send it first?” she asked.
“They are all alike, so far as my experience goes,” he returned.
“I suppose it would be best if you could take your book East, and interview the publishers personally, don't you think?”
Brian shook his head: “I am not sure that it would make any difference, and, in any case, I couldn't do it.”
“I know,” said Betty Jo, “and that is what I wanted to get at. Why don't you appoint me your agent, and let me take your book East, and make the publishing arrangements for you?”
Brian looked at her with such delighted surprise that Betty Jo smiled back at him well pleased.
“Would you really do it?” he demanded, as though he feared she was jesting.
“You are sure that you don't mean 'COULD I do it'?”—she returned,—“sure you could trust me?”
To which Brian answered enthusiastically: “You could do anything! If you undertake the job of landing a publisher for my stuff, it is as good as done.”