"That sounds like business; I guess you've hit it," said Ned, brightening up. "How much money would it take for that?"
"I should think twenty-five or thirty dollars would get up a good one."
"Then we can do it," said Ned. "Aunt Mercy will let me have that, right away."
"Do you know anything about printing?" said Jack.
"Not much; but my brother Fay knows all about it. He worked in a printing-office one vacation, to earn money to buy him a chest of tools."
"Indeed! what did your brother do in the printing-office?" said Jack.
"They called him second devil," said Ned, "but he was really a roller-boy."
"They're the same thing," said Jack. "There's no harm in a printer's devil; he's only called so because he sometimes gets pretty well blacked up with the ink."
"I'm glad to hear you say so," said Ned, who had been a little ashamed to tell what Fay did in the office, but now began to think it might be rather honorable. "In fact, he was first devil one week, when the regular first devil was gone to his grandfather's funeral in Troy."
"Then he knows something about the business," said Jack; "and perhaps I can help you a little. I understand the trade to some extent."