"Then," said he, "if they should sell a hundred of our book, we would only get five dollars—two and a half for Jimmy, and two and a half for me."
"That's about it," said Jack.
"Then that won't do," said Ned. "Jimmy's folks are very poor, and he needs more than that. Isn't there some way to make more money out of it?"
"Not unless you pay for the printing and binding yourself," said Jack.
"And how much would that cost?"
Jack looked it over and said he guessed about two hundred dollars for an edition of five hundred.
"We can't do it," said Ned, with a sigh. "Aunt Mercy wouldn't give me so much money at a time."
"There is one other way," said Jack.
"How is it?"
"To get up a little printing-office of your own, and print it yourselves."