"What's that?"
"Macrorie, my boy," said Jack, with an indescribable solemnity, "I'll tell you what we must do. Let's try—
CHAPTER XIII.
"A D V E R T I S I N G!!!"
"Advertising?" said I, dubiously.
"Yes, advertising," repeated Jack. "Try it. Put a notice in all the
papers. Begin with the Quebec papers, and then send to Montreal,
Ottawa, Toronto, Hamilton, Kingston, London, and all the other towns.
After that, send notices to the leading papers of New York,
Philadelphia, Baltimore, Richmond, St. Louis, New Orleans, Cincinnati,
Portland, Chicago, Boston, and all the other towns of the United
States."
"And while I'm about it," I added, "I may as well insert them in the
English, Irish, Scotch, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Turkish, and
Indian journals."
"Oh, bosh!" said Jack, "I'm in earnest. What's the use of nonsense? Really, my dear fellow, why not advertise in the Quebec papers? She'll be sure to see it."
"Well," said I, after some thought, "on the whole it isn't a bad idea. It can't do any harm at any rate."
"Harm? Why, my dear boy, it's your only chance."