"How do you do, Sheldon?" exclaimed Brooke, looking up. "Got any quite recents?"

"What are you going to do with that little gasolene engine that youused to run your little presses with?" asked Jack.

"I don't know, sell it, I guess. It isn't good for much except junk."

"How much do you want for it?"

"0h, you can have it if you skinnyk you can do anything with it," exclaimedthe editor carelessly.

"No, I don't want it for nothing. I'll pay you for it."

"What are you going to do with it? It's too little to run any butthe little presses. Ain't going to start a paper, are you?"