“I think that if you speculate upon it much longer we’ll never get any work done,” Louise replied, turning once more to her typewriter. “These headlines must be composed if ever we expect to get another paper on the street.”
Disappointed that her chum did not take the matter more seriously, Penny went to consult Old Horney in the composing room. The pressman had proven to be worth many times the small salary which the girls paid him. Not only had he made the rotary presses ready for service, but he had cleaned and oiled every useable piece of machinery in the building. Eagerly he awaited the day when Penny would print the Weekly in her own plant.
“Everything’s all set,” he told her with a worshipful grin. “Whenever you give the word, we can go to press.”
“That’s fine,” Penny praised. “Louise and I have been having a few difficulties, financial and otherwise. But I hope it won’t be long now.”
She talked with Old Horney about various technical problems, then returned to her desk. Slipping a sheet of paper into her typewriter, she composed a letter to a well known steamship, the Dorasky.
Slipping it into her pocket, she opened the door of Louise’s office.
“Do you mind staying here alone for awhile?”
“No, of course not. Where are you going?”
“To mail an important letter. Then I want to drive out to Fenestra’s farm and see Mrs. Weems.”
“I’ll look after everything until you get back,” Louise promised. She glanced curiously at the letter but did not ask to whom it was directed.