'Hump! What's the matter? Anything happened?'
Still no answer.
'But you know we're picking up in advertising, Hump?'
'Not near enough.' This was a non-committal growl.
'And see the way our circulation's been——'
'Losing money on it. Can't carry it.'
'But—but, Hump——'
The senior partner waved his hand. His face was gray and grim, his voice restrained. He even smiled as he deliberately filled his pipe.
'It's bad, Hen. Very, very bad. I've tried to keep you from worrying, but you've got to know now. We paid a little over two thousand for this plant and the good will.
'Cheap enough, wasn't it?' cried Henry.