"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."

"I think it would be great fun," said Peter decidedly. "My Aunt
Jane helped edit a paper when she was at Queen's Academy, and she
said it was very amusing and helped her a great deal."

The Story Girl could hide her delight only by dropping her eyes
and frowning.

"Bev wants to be editor," she said, "and I don't see how he can,
with no experience. Anyhow, it would be a lot of trouble."