“There’ll just be time to jump aboard that train if we get off at once!”
Mr. Richards jumped in and raised his hat to the ladies, while Ike started the car at full speed, the children meantime waving their hands and shouting reminders after the visitor.
Back to the Publishing House trooped the bevy of workers, more eager than ever to continue their work.
“Now, he’s what I call an ‘all right’ man!” declared Don Starr, emphatically, as he accented his words with punches at the stitcher.
“What a piece of luck for us,” exclaimed Ned, overjoyed at the promised newspaper story.
“I always said I wanted to go through college,” said Tuck Stevens, thoughtfully; “but what’s the use? When I have such a good business to work in and will be all ready to live on my money by the time I’m a man, why should I bother?”
“That’s so, Tuck; better have a good time on that money,” laughed Jinks.
“Better ‘not count your chickens before they’re hatched’ or they may never come out of the shell,” teased Ned.
The Blue Birds had been equally busy talking, while folding pages, but the work soon engrossed too much of their attention to keep up any conversation.
After several hours’ work the Blue Birds began to feel tired and decided to carry the finished magazines to the house.