But she had insisted that I should make
the suggestion as coming wholly from myself.
"If you don't, Felicity won't agree to it. You know yourself,
Bev, how contrary she's been lately over anything I mention. And
if she goes against it Peter will too--the ninny!--and it wouldn't
be any fun if we weren't all in it."
"What is it?" asked Felicity, drawing her chair slightly away from
Peter's.
"It is this. Let us get up a newspaper of our own--write it all
ourselves, and have all we do in it. Don't you think we can get a
lot of fun out of it?"
Everyone looked rather blank and amazed, except the Story Girl.
She knew what she had to do, and she did it.
"What a silly idea!" she exclaimed, with a contemptuous toss of
her long brown curls. "Just as if WE could get up a newspaper!"
Felicity fired up, exactly as we had hoped.
"I think it's a splendid idea," she said enthusiastically. "I'd
like to know why we couldn't get up as good a newspaper as they
have in town! Uncle Roger says the Daily Enterprise has gone to
the dogs--all the news it prints is that some old woman has put a
shawl on her head and gone across the road to have tea with
another old woman. I guess we could do better than that. You
needn't think, Sara Stanley, that nobody but you can do anything.
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