I will not have a woman as a member of the permanent staff of the _Bugle_." For the third time he looked up at her, and there was dismissal in his glance.
Miss Baxter said indignantly to herself, "This brute of a man hasn't the slightest idea that I am one of the best dressed women he has ever met." But there was no trace of indignation in her voice when she said to him sweetly, "We will take that as settled.

But if upon some other paper, Mr.Hardwick, I should show evidence of being as good a newspaper reporter as any member of your staff, may I come up here, and, without being kept waiting too long, tell you of my triumph ?" "You would not shake my decision," he said.
"Oh, don't say that," she murmured, with a smile.

"I am sure you wouldn't like it if anyone called you a fool." "Called me a fool ?" said the editor sharply, drawing down his dark brows.

"I shouldn't mind it in the least." "What, not if it were true?
You know it would be true, if I could do something that all your clever men hadn't accomplished.

An editor may be a very talented man, but, after all, his mission is to see that his paper is an interesting one, and that it contains, as often as possible, something which no other sheet does." "Oh, I'll see to that," Mr.Hardwick assured her with resolute confidence.
"I am certain you will," said Miss Baxter very sweetly; "but now you won't refuse to let me in whenever I send up my card?
I promise you that I shall not send it until I have done something which will make the whole staff of the _Daily Bugle_ feel very doleful indeed." For the first time Mr.Hardwick gave utterance to a somewhat harsh and mirthless laugh.
"Oh, very well," he said, "I'll promise that." "Thank you! And good afternoon, Mr.Hardwick.I am _so_ much obliged to you for consenting to see me.