“Papers ready?” called the postmaster from his office in the front half of the Herald building.
“The city list is stamped and ready,” replied Helen. “I’ll bring them in right away.”
“Never mind,” said Mr. Hughes, “I’ll save you a trip.”
“Matter of fact,” continued the postmaster when he entered the office, “I wanted to see what kind of an issue you two kids got out.”
Helen handed him an unstamped paper and he sat down in the one vacant chair. She valued the old postmaster’s friendship highly and awaited his comment with unusual interest.
“One of the best issues of the Herald I’ve ever seen,” he enthused when he had finished looking over the paper. “Your stories have got all your Dad’s ‘get up and go’ and these headlines are something new for the Herald. Believe I like ’em.”
“Some people may not,” said Helen, “so we’ll appreciate all of the boosting you do.”
“I’ll do plenty,” he chuckled as he picked up an armful of papers and returned to the postoffice.
Margaret Stevens bustled in after school in time to help carry the last of the papers to the postoffice and she insisted on sweeping out the editorial office.
“You’re just ‘white’ tired,” she scolded Helen. “Sit down and I’ll swing this broom a few times.”