“I should say, figure on five thousand—or ten,” said Uncle Ben, quietly.
“What!” gasped several boys.
“Yes, because ten thousand will not cost much more than three hundred.”
“How’s that?” asked the boys.
“Plates, linotype, lock-up, make-ready, will cost as much for one magazine as for one thousand. The only extra cost in getting out a quantity is in paper, ink and time. Now, I firmly believe that we will be able to send out ten thousand by the time you have them ready.”
“Well, Uncle Ben, it sounds awful big to us, particularly as we haven’t one single subscription, yet,” said Ruth.
“Here—here, Fluff, don’t let that bother you!” said Mr. Talmage, throwing a five-dollar bill upon the table.
“And here’s for ten more!” laughed Aunt Selina, taking a twenty-dollar bill from her purse.
“Here’s for five orphan asylums,” added Mrs. Catlin placing a ten-dollar note on the table.
“How now, Fluff—where are your blues, eh?” teased Uncle Ben.