“Ten o’clock,” he said, “and time for all editors to be in bed.”
Helen tried to rub the sleep from her eyes and Tom laughed uproariously at her efforts.
“It’s no use,” he said. “You’re all tired out. You can write your story in the morning. To bed you go.”
“Have I been asleep all evening?” Helen asked her mother.
“Yes, dear,” was the reply, “and I think Tom’s right. Run along to bed and you’ll feel more like working on your story in the morning.”
Goodnights were said and Helen, only half awake, went to her room, thus ending the most exciting day in her young life.
CHAPTER VI
A New Week Dawns
Monday morning dawned clear and bright. There were no traces in the sky of the storm which on the previous day had devastated so many farms west of Rolfe. The air was warm with a fragrance and sweetness that only a small town knows in springtime.
Helen exchanged greetings with half a dozen people as she hurried down the street to start her first day at the office as editor of the Herald.
Grant Hughes, the postmaster, was busy sweeping out his office but he stopped his work and called to Helen as she turned down the alley-way which led to the Herald office.