“But you said it was something of great value.”
“The right kind of an idea,” says Poppy, “is frequently worth a lot of money.”
“If it’s news ...” came the hint.
“I hope it will be big news some day,” says Poppy, thinking of a new factory. “But I can’t tell you about it now.”
The editor continued to regard us curiously.
“I understand that you boys are going to start up a pickle store.”
“A Pickle Parlor,” came the polite correction.
The newspaper man laughed.
“Pickles? A Pickle Parlor? Evidently,” he used his head, “this ‘big idea’ of yours has something to do with pickles.”
“If you were to guess for the next thousand years,” grinned Poppy, “you couldn’t guess any closer than that.”