It's mostly nothing, you know." "Spencer wouldn't care if he didn't have to report the Board meetings at all ?" "Of course not.

Len would be delighted at not having anything more to do." "Then let me go and report the meetings for you, on space." "My boy, a reporter would starve on that kind of space work.
Why, after you put in the whole evening there, you might come to the office only to learn that we didn't consider any of the Board's doings worth space to tell about them." "Will you let me attend a few of the meetings, and take my chances on the amount of space I can get out of it ?" "Go ahead, Prescott, if you can afford to waste your time in that fashion," replied Mr.Pollock, almost pityingly.
"Thank you.

That's what I wanted," acknowledged Dick, and went out very well contented.
When it lacked a few minutes of eight, that evening, all the members of the Board of Education had arrived.

It was the same Board as in the year before.

All the members had been re-elected at the last city election, though some of them by small majorities.
Mr.Gadsby, one of the members who had won by only a slight margin over his opponent, stood with his back to a radiator, warming himself, when he saw the door open.
Mr.Gadsby nodded most genially to Mr.Cantwell, who entered.
The principal came straight over to this member, and they shook hands cordially.