“You have n’t improved it,” admitted Jeremy. “So you think I’ve made a fool of myself.”
“I think you’ve bought a dog, and an old dog.”
“It can be taught new tricks.”
“A yellow dog.”
“It hasn’t always been yellow. It needn’t keep on being.”
“I don’t think you’ll be comfortable in its hide.”
“Andy, I’d counted on you.”
Galpin stopped buttoning his waistcoat and looked up. “For what?”
“To help me make a real newspaper.”
“As how?”