Cripp seemed worried. "Their approach is more sensational. They'll draw the readers. But we have to—to stay in business."
"That was your trouble all along," McLeod said. "You were a bunch of snipers. I think you're wrong. What's not sensational about a trip to the moon or a cure for cancer or controlled weather that actually helps the farmers or campaigning for the better man in an election because he truly has something to offer? We're liable to put the World right out of business."
"We can try," said Tracy, smiling.
"Not you, young lady. No more co-respondents. How would you like to be a bonafide social worker?"
But Tracy squeezed Cripp's hand and said, "No, thank you. I'd rather be a housewife."
McLeod thought he'd have to settle for loving both of them like a brother—then realized he'd be too busy to do anything of the sort.