"You may quit worrying, now, my dears." "Are you sure he's a good pressman, Uncle ?" "No; but _he_ is sure.

I've an idea he wouldn't attempt the thing, otherwise." Mr.Merrick returned to the farm, while Arthur drove Louise over to Huntingdon to gather items for the paper, and Patsy and Beth sat in the office arranging copy.
In an hour Smith came back with new nippers, which he fitted to the steel frame.

Then he oiled the press, started it going a few revolutions, to test its condition, and handled the machinery so dexterously and with such evident confidence that Larry nodded to Fitz and muttered, "He'll do." McGaffey, knowing he was about to decamp, had not kept the press very clean; but Thursday Smith put in the afternoon and evening removing grease, polishing and rubbing, until the huge machine shone resplendent.
The girls went home at dinner time, but they sent Arthur to the office at midnight to see if the new pressman was proving capable.

The Tuesday morning _Tribune_ greeted them at the breakfast table, and the presswork was remarkably clean and distinct..