Once Ross, as he cut down one of the temporarily distended advertisements, looked up and caught the foreman giggling to himself.
"What in the name of common-sense you laughin' at, Cale ?" he asked.
"What are _you_ laughing at ?" rejoined the other.
"I dunno!" The day wore on, wet and dreary outside, but all within the "Herald's" bosom was snug and busy and murmurous with the healthy thrum of life and prosperity renewed.

Toward six o'clock, system accomplished, the new guiding-spirit was deliberating on a policy as Harkless would conceive a policy, were he there, when Minnie Briscoe ran joyously up the stairs, plunged into the room, waterproofed and radiant, and caught her friend in her eager arms, and put an end to policy for that day.
But policy and labor did not end at twilight every day; there were evenings, as in the time of Harkless, when lamps shone from the upper windows of the "Herald" building.

For the little editor worked hard, and sometimes she worked late; she always worked early.

She made some mistakes at first, and one or two blunders which she took more seriously than any one else did.

But she found a remedy for all such results of her inexperience, and she developed experience.