"Well, you needn't make 'em so bad as the old-style cuts; but you can make them unobtrusive, modestly retiring.

We've got hold of a process something like that those French fellows gave Daudet thirty-five thousand dollars to write a novel to use with; kind of thing that begins at one side; or one corner, and spreads in a sort of dim religious style over the print till you can't tell which is which.

Then we've got a notion that where the pictures don't behave quite so sociably, they can be dropped into the text, like a little casual remark, don't you know, or a comment that has some connection, or maybe none at all, with what's going on in the story.
Something like this." Fulkerson took away one knee from the table long enough to open the drawer, and pull from it a book that he shoved toward Beacon.

"That's a Spanish book I happened to see at Brentano's, and I froze to it on account of the pictures.

I guess they're pretty good." "Do you expect to get such drawings in this country ?" asked Beaton, after a glance at the book.