"Advertisers!"
"Of course," said practical Beth. "Every merchant in Millville and Huntingdon will naturally advertise in our paper, and we'll make the major get us a lot from New York."
"Oh," said Patsy; "I see. So that difficulty is settled."
Arthur smiled, but held his peace. Uncle John's round face was growing merrier every minute.
"Patsy, do you think we shall make any money from this venture?" asked
Louise.
"We ought to, if we put our hearts and souls into the thing," was the reply. "But before we divide any profits we must pay back to Uncle John the original investment."
"We don't especially care to make any profit, do we?" inquired Beth. "It's fun for us, you know, and a—a—great educational experience, and—and—a fine philanthropy—and all that. We don't need the money, so if the paper pays a profit at a cent a copy we'd better cut down the price."
"Don't do that yet," advised Uncle John, soberly. "There will be expenses that as yet you don't suspect, and a penny for a paper is about as low as you can go."
"What's to be my position on the staff, Patsy?" asked Beth, turning to her cousin.
"You're a good mathematician, Beth, so I propose you act as secretary and treasurer, and keep the books."