of making one. Miss Kilrain was the head and front of things. She
marshalled her forces with the air of one who knows what she wants. Her
forces were that part of the Society which had voted against the Debate.
Miss Kilrain was one of those who must lead, at something; if she could
not be leader on the rostrum, she descended to the ranks.

Miss MacLauren was deeply interested, and felt she had a right to be,
for these things, newspapers and such, were in her family. Considering
her recognised literary qualifications, she even had secret aspirations
toward a position on the staff. On a scrap of paper in class she had
surreptitiously tried her hand on a tentative editorial, after this
fashion:

"It is our desire to state at the start that this paper does not intend
to dabble in the muddy pool of politics."

Miss MacLauren heartily indorsed the proposed paper, and like Miss
Kilrain, felt that it would be a proper field for unused talent.

But her preference for a staff position was not consulted. Rosalie,
however, became part of that body. Rosalie was a favourite with Miss
Kilrain. Hattie, the hitherto shining light, was detailed to secure
subscribers; was this all that honours in Algebra, Latin, and Chemistry
could do for one?

Miss MacLauren found herself on a committee for advertisements. By means
of advertisements, Miss Kilrain proposed to make the paper pay for
itself.

The treasurer, because of a proper anxiety over this question of
expenditure, was chairman; in private life the treasurer was Lucy--Lucy
Berry.

"Write to this address," said Miss Kilrain to the committee, giving them
a slip of paper. "I met one of the firm when he was in the city last
week to see a friend of mine, Professor Bryan, on business." Miss
Kilrain, always gave the details of her private happenings to her
listeners. "Just mention my name in writing, and say I told you to ask
for an advertisement."

The Chairman gave the slip to Miss MacLauren to attend to. Miss
MacLauren had seen the name before on all the new text-books this year
introduced into the High School.

"How will I write this?" Emmy Lou inquired of Uncle Charlie that night.
"This letter to the International School Book Company?"

"What's that?" asked Uncle Charlie.

Emmy Lou explained.

Uncle Charlie looked interested. "Here to see Professor Bryan, was he?
H'm. Moving against Koenig faster even than I predicted."

Miss Kilrain had instructed her committee further