to me if you have anything that you think I can do. What I wish is a
salaried position on your staff."

"My good woman," said the editor brusquely, "that is utterly impossible.
I may tell you frankly that I don't believe in women journalists. The
articles we publish by women are sent to this office from their own
homes. Anything that a woman can do for a newspaper I have men who will
do quite as well, if not better; and there are many things that women
can't do at all which men must do. I am perfectly satisfied with my
staff as it stands, Miss Baxter."

"I think it is generally admitted," said the young woman, "that your
staff is an exceptionally good one, and is most capably led. Still, I
should imagine that there are many things happening in London, society
functions, for instance, where a woman would describe more accurately
what she saw than any man you could send. You have no idea how full of
blunders a man's account of women's dress is as a general rule, and if
you admire accuracy as much as you say, I should think you would not
care to have your paper made a laughing-stock among society ladies, who
never take the trouble to write you a letter and show you where you are
wrong, as men usually do when some mistake regarding their affairs is
made."

"There is probably something in what you say," replied the editor, with
an air of bringing the discussion to a close. "I don't insist that I am
right, but these are my ideas, and while I am editor of this paper I
shall stand by them, so it is useless for us to discuss the matter
any further, Miss Baxter. I will not have a woman as a member of the
permanent staff of the _Bugle_."