"It makes a horizontal ascension. I could tell you all about it; but I would rather wait a week, and then show you."
"All right!" said Ned. "You can have the money, and we'll wait."
"Thank you!" said Phaeton. "But now tell me how you are going to publish Jimmy's poems."
"Why, just publish them, of course," said Ned.
"And what do you understand by that?"
"Take this copy to the printer, and tell him to print the books. When it's done, load them into big wagons, and drive around to the four book-stores and leave them. After a few days, call around and get the money, and divide with Jimmy. We wouldn't ask them to pay for them till they had a chance to look them over, and see how they liked them."
"I don't believe that would work," said Phaeton.
"Why not?" said Ned.
"The booksellers might not take them."
"Not take them!" said Ned. "They'd be only too glad to. Of course they would make a profit on them. I suppose the price would be—well, about half a dollar; and we should let them have them for—well, say for forty-seven cents apiece. Maybe if they took a large number, and paid cash down, they might have them for forty-five."