Then he opened the door of the booth and said: "Patsy, how big a thing do you want to print ?" "How big?
Oh, let me see.

Four pages will do, won't it, Louise ?" "Plenty, I should say, for this place," answered Louise.
"And how many columns to a page ?" asked Uncle John.
"Oh, six or seven.

That's regular, I guess." "Make it six," proposed Beth.

"That will keep us busy enough." "All right," said Uncle John, and closed the door again.
This conversation was of the most startling nature to the assembled villagers, who were all trying to look unconcerned and as if "they'd jest dropped in," but were unable to dissemble their curiosity successfully.

Of course much of this interchange of words between the man in the booth and the girls outside was Greek to them all, but "to print" and "columns" and "pages" could apply only to one idea, which, while not fully grasped, was tremendously startling in its suggestion.
The Merrick party was noted for doing astonishing things in the past and evidently, in the words of Peggy McNutt, they were "up to some blame foolishness that'll either kill this neighborhood or make it talked about." "It's too dead a'ready to kill," responded Nick Thorne gloomily.