"Tupper must have made thirty thousand dollars on his 'Proverbial Philosophy.'"
"That's enough!" said Ned. "That's plenty! I begin to have great respect for poetry, in spite of the license. And I suppose that if the poets make all that money, the publishers make a little something, too."
"They probably know how to look out for themselves," said Phaeton. "But who is going to publish this book for you?"
"I'm going to publish it myself. You know we haven't used up the capital I got from Aunt Mercy," said Ned.
"But you're not a publisher."
"Nobody is a publisher until after he has published something," said Ned.
"But that won't be capital enough to print a book," said Phaeton. "Printing costs like fury."
"Then I shall have to get more from Aunt Mercy."
"Yes, I suppose you can—she'd give you anything; but, the truth is, Ned, I—I had a little plan of my own about that."
"About what?"