“‘Seein’ ’s believin’,”’ she laughed. “I once heard Buddy’s aunt give out that word of wisdom. I have been seeing The Guardian and reading it, and reading you in it, ever since the war.”
“More than me. Galpin and Cassius Kimball; yes, and old Eli Wade, and others that have helped keep me straight. We haven’t always gone straight, Marcia. There have been issues of The Guardian that I’d hate to have you see.”
“But I have seen them. All.”
“And you did n’t lose faith?”
“I never lost hope that—that you would be what I wanted you to be. Jem, Mr. Galpin says that the paper is losing.”
“It is.”
“Can you go on?”
“For a while?”
“Could you go on if you had more money?”
“For a while longer. There’d be a chance of our pulling through. But only a chance.”