“Now, what reason is there that I should not have some pages in this magazine?” she asked.
“Show us any good reason for taking our space and you may have it,” teased Mrs. Talmage.
“Then put me down for another serial. I have a collection of short stories that Mr. Catlin wrote of his adventures in Alaska. It does not seem much like an adventure to go to Alaska nowadays, but forty years ago it was as if one were leaving this hemisphere for the unknown. Some of his tales are intensely interesting,” said Mrs. Catlin.
“Why, friends, we are getting so many notable articles and writers together that we will soon have to raise the subscription price,” laughed Mr. Talmage.
“That reminds me that we never thought of a charge. We ought to decide what subscription price we wish to ask,” said Uncle Ben.
“Has anyone thought of that?” asked Mrs. Talmage, looking about at Blue Birds and Bobolinks.
Heads were shaken and Ned asked, “How can we tell how much to charge until we know what the magazine will cost?”
“I can help you figure that out, I think,” offered Uncle Ben, sitting down at the table and taking paper and pencil from the drawer.
“Figure how much five hundred—or say, a thousand will cost,” ventured Ned.
“A thousand! Where will you send them?” cried Jinks.