“Name them,” he urged.
“Can you get Tillie Fellows a job?”
“Easily.”
“And will you take Horney into your own plant?”
“I’ll be glad to do it as soon as the Star operates again. Until remodeling work is completed I have no plant.”
“Yes, you have, Dad. This building is yours if you can make arrangements with Mr. Veeley.”
“Penny! You’re willing to give up the Weekly?”
“Willing?” she laughed. “I’m hilariously crazy to get rid of it. Matters have reached a state where either I must abandon the paper or my education. I’ve only awaited a chance to end my career in a blaze of glory.”
“A blaze expresses it very mildly,” smiled Mr. Parker. “In all modesty, let us say a conflagration!”
“Oh, why be modest?” grinned Penny. “Let’s come right out and call it a holocaust! That’s the strongest word I know.”