"Putting it mildly, yes. That's one of the things I want to change."
"Oh, I wish I owned a newspaper!"
"Do you? Why?"
"For the power of it. To say what you please and make thousands listen." The pink in her cheeks deepened. "There's nothing in the world like the thrill of that sense of power. It's the one reason why I'd be almost willing to be a man."
"Perhaps you wouldn't need to be. Couldn't you exert the power without actually owning the newspaper?"
"How?"
"By exercising your potent influence upon the obliging proprietor," he suggested smiling.
There came a dancing light in her eyes. "Do you think I'd make a good Goddess-Outside-the-Machine, to the 'Daily Clarion'?"
"Charming! For a two-cent stamp—no, for a spray of your arbutus, I'll sell you an editorial sphere of influence."
"Generous!" she cried. "What would my duties be?"