"Even the paper mill, four mile away, ain't managed to make Millville wiggle its big toe.

Don't you worry over what the nabob'll do, Peggy; he couldn't hurt nuthin' if he tried." The door opened again and Mr.Merrick protruded a puzzled countenance.
"He wants to know about a stereotype plant, Patsy.

What'll I tell him ?" Patsy stared.

Louise and Beth shook their heads.
"If it belongs to the--the thing we want, Uncle, have 'em send it along," said Patsy in desperation.
"All right." A few minutes later the little man again appealed to them.
"How'll we run the thing, girls; steam or electricity ?" Patsy's face was a blank.

Beth giggled and Louise frowned.
"Of course it'll have to be run," suggested Mr.Merrick; "but how?
That's the question." "I--I hadn't given that matter thought," admitted Patsy.