"The main thing is, do you girls want to be tied down to such a task?
Every day in the week, all during our summer holiday--" "Why, you've made our whole lives a holiday, Uncle John," interrupted Patsy, "and we've been so coddled and swamped with luxuries that we are just now in serious danger of being spoiled! You don't want three spoiled nieces on your hands, do you?
And please make allowance for our natural impetuosity and eagerness to be up and doing.

We love the farm, but our happiness here would be doubled if we had some occupation to keep us busy, and this philanthropic undertaking would furnish us with no end of fun, even while we were benefiting our fellow man." "All jabber, dear," exclaimed Beth.

"I admit the fun, but where does the philanthropy come in ?" "Don't you see ?" asked Patsy.

"Both Uncle John and that tramp we encountered have met on common ground to bewail the lack of a daily newspaper 'in our midst'-- to speak in journalistic parlance.

At the paper mill at Royal are over two hundred workmen moaning in despair while they lose all track of the world's progress.