“I’d rather see the magazine—maybe it will be a home-made looking thing!” exclaimed Dot Starr.
“It will not! Not with us boys to boss the plant!” bragged Don, her twin.
“If it is home-made, you’ll have to do it all again,” commented Uncle Ben.
“That is where Mrs. Talmage’s work comes in,” laughed Mr. Talmage.
“It will be a regular magazine, all right!” exclaimed Mrs. Talmage emphatically.
“We boys will see to it that no magazine is mailed that will make folks laugh at us,” guaranteed Ned.
“I’m sure I placed my hobby in the right hands, for you children seem to take a pride in doing things well,” commended Uncle Ben.
“And with a nephew stepping right in his uncle’s footprints, why shouldn’t things be done right?” laughed Mr. Talmage.
“Say, Uncle Ben, how long must we wait before we can begin?” asked Don Starr.
“Get as busy as you like to-morrow after school,” replied Uncle Ben. “I’ll run into town and attend to having the things shipped here as long as you have agreed to my plans; you boys may start making benches, tables, or whatever will be needed in the plant.”