"How is your paper coming on, Paul?" he asked, as he blew a cloud of smoke into the room and surveyed the boy through its blueness.
"Very well, Mr. Carter."
"Austin, our manager, tells me your circulation is increasing."
"Yes, sir. It's gone up steadily from the first."
"Humph!" mused Mr. Carter. "Funny thing, isn't it? It was quite a clever move of yours to set the parents to writing. Everybody likes to see himself in print; we're a vain lot of creatures. Of course, the minute you published their articles they bought them. Could not resist it!"
The lad laughed. Although he did not wholly agree with the editor it did not seem necessary to tell him so.
"I guess you've found your enterprise a good deal of work," went on Carter.
"Well, yes. It has taken more time than I expected," Paul admitted.
"You'll be glad to get rid of it when you graduate in June."
The man studied the boy furtively.