Peter, in his secret soul, was dismayed, but he would not blanch
before Felicity.
"All right," he said, recklessly.
"We can put anything we like in the scrap book department," I
explained, "but all the other contributions must be original, and
all must have the name of the writer signed to them, except the
personals. We must all do our best. Our Magazine is to be 'a
feast of reason and flow of soul."'
I felt that I had worked in two quotations with striking effect.
The others, with the exception of the Story Girl, looked suitably
impressed.
"But," said Cecily, reproachfully, "haven't you anything for Sara
Ray to do? She'll feel awful bad if she is left out."
I had forgotten Sara Ray. Nobody, except Cecily, ever did
remember Sara Ray unless she was on the spot. But we decided to
put her in as advertising manager. That sounded well and really
meant very little.
"Well, we'll go ahead then," I said, with a sigh of relief that
the project had been so easily launched. "We'll get the first
issue out about the first of January. And whatever else we do we
mustn't let Uncle Roger get hold of it. He'd make such fearful
fun of it."
"I hope we can make a success of it," said Peter moodily. He had
been moody ever since he was entrapped into being fiction editor.
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