genius that she has wrote upon the paper? Yes, Miss Jasmine, you said
I was to let my voice be heard here--I'm not afraid, not of nobody,
and here, I puts down my foot, and I says, 'What's the pay?'"

"The pay?" echoed the editor. "Surely the young lady does not expect
to be paid for anything so very amateur--no, she cannot expect to be
paid in money--in another way she is paid, and largely; she obtains a
reputation, and what immature talent she has is brought to the fore! I
am afraid, Miss Mainwaring, I must not take up any more of your
valuable time--I think I have explained myself quite clearly--do you
accept my offer? If you are willing to become a subscriber for one
hundred copies monthly of _The Joy-bell_ your story shall appear; if
not, I must return you your MS. with regret."

Poor Jasmine's white little face grew piteous.

"Oh, Poppy!" she began.

"Do you want it, Miss Jasmine?" said Poppy. "I calls it a cheat; but
do you want it?"

"Oh, dear Poppy, I thought my words would look so lovely in Print--I
am disappointed!"

"Then you shan't be, Miss Jasmine, darling. Here, sir, you're another
of the Aunt Flint tribe, but my darling Miss Jasmine shall not look
as she does now if I can prevent it. Please, sir, will you look in
this here little purse given to you by the honest hand of toil, and
see if it contains the price of a hundred of those nasty _Joy-bells_.
There's my three months' wage in that purse, sir, so I expect it will