“Horney, you’re a jewel!” laughed Penny. “I’ll place you in charge of my production department, but I fear I can’t give you a salary in proportion to your duties.”
“Don’t worry about that, Miss. I would rather be working than sitting around with nothing to do.”
“Then look over the plant and make up a list of the things you must have,” suggested Penny. “I’ll go over to the Star this minute and arrange for printing paper.”
Leaving Louise in charge of the office, she jubilantly set forth for her father’s plant. Now that Old Horney had been added to the staff of the Weekly, problems which previously had seemed unsurmountable suddenly had become easily solved.
Entering the Star building, Penny went directly to the stockroom, wandering about until she found Mr. Curry, the foreman.
“Here’s something for you,” she grinned, offering a slip of paper.
“What’s this?” Mr. Curry asked with a puzzled frown. “An order for a roll of paper?”
“Yes, Mr. Curry,” explained Penny. “At last I am going to publish my own sheet over in the old Press building. Dad is staking me to a little paper.”
“A little! Why, one of these big rolls would print more copies of your paper than you could sell in six months! And paper is expensive. How about a half-roll or even a quarter? It would be a lot easier to handle.”
“Oh, all right,” agreed Penny. “Just so I get enough to print my first issue.”