“What’s it in your scheme-hatching mind to do with all this prosperity, Andy?”
“New press,” returned the general manager, who had been leading up to this point.
Pro and con they argued it, the owner finally agreeing. “We really owe it to the advertisers as well as the readers” had been Andy’s best argument. “Look how they’ve stuck.”
“They’ve had to,” returned Jeremy grimly. “Half of ’em would have got out at every bump if they had n’t been afraid.”
“Well, we’re solid with ’em now. Look what we did to ’em in April. Hiked the rates a clean ten per cent all around. And did they peep?”
“They did not. They howled.”
“Force of habit again. They all came through, did n’t they? We’re making it pay ’em.”
“We’re giving them all the return they’re entitled to,” agreed the editor. “I wish I were as sure that we’re giving the reading public as good.”
“Don’t hear many kicks, do you?”
“Lots. If I did n’t I’d know we were rotten.”