We can't afford to pay such prices, and the 'Corsair' has a smaller circulation than our paper." "How much do you pay ?" "Two dollars a column." "I expected more," said Prunella, "but I will write for you at that price." "Send us something suited to our paper, and we will pay for it at that price." "I will write you a story to-morrow.

Good-morning, sir." "Good-morning, Miss Prune." The young lady with ringlets sailed out of the editor's room, and Oscar, nudging Harry, said, "Now it is our turn.

Come along.

Follow me, and don't be frightened.".