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 some one to edit a journal. What sort of journal? She hadn't yet decided. Some sort. A little one. She thought of buying a paper already in existence; of the character of the paper she said nothing. He might be useful in the counting-house perhaps, but as he had written that he was a schoolmaster she had assumed he had matriculated. Could he edit with so small a qualification? She doubted it.

However, if he understood bookkeeping …

How to take in subscriptions …

Transcribe business and editorial letters …

Cash postal orders …

Correct proofs …

Fold the papers, pack and address them …

Take them to the post …

And so on …

And so on …

The young lady talked for half an hour, and gave a sufficiently confused impression of the various duties.

"You need several men to do all that," said Moshkin bitterly.

The young lady blushed with vexation. Lines of greed fluttered about her face.

"The journal will be a small one, a