"The main thing is，do you girls want to be tied down to such a task？Every day in the week，all during our summer holiday—""Why，you've made our whole lives a holiday，Uncle John，"interrupted Patsy，"and we've been so coddled and swamped with luxuries that we are just now in serious danger of being spoiled！You don't want three spoiled nieces on your hands，do you？And please make allowance for our natural impetuositya and eagerness to be up and doing.We love the farm，but our happiness here would be doubled if we had some occupation to keep us busy，and this philanthropic undertaking would furnish us with no end of fun，even while we were bene？ting our fellow man.""All jabber，dear，"exclaimed Beth."I admit the fun，but where does the philanthropyb come in ？""Don't you see？"asked Patsy."Both Uncle John and that tramp we encountered have met on common ground to bewailcthe lack of a daily newspaper 'in our midst'—to speak in journalistic parlanced.At the paper mill at Royal are over two hundred workmen moaning in despair while they lose all track of the world's progress.At Huntingdon，not five miles distant，are four or five hundred people lacking all the educational advantages of an up—to—date—or is 'down—to—date'proper ？—press.And Millville—good gracious ！What would sleepy Millville folks think of having a bright，newsy，metropolitan newspaper left on their doorsteps every morning，or evening，as the case may be ？""H—m，"said Uncle John；"I scent a social revolution in the wilds of Chazy County.""Let's start it right away！"cried Patsy."The 'MillvilleTribunea.'What do you say，girls？""Why 'Tribune ？'"asked Louise.
"Because we three will run it，and we're a triumvirateb—the future tribunal of the people in this district.""Very good ！"said Uncle John，nodding approval."Aclever idea，Patsy.""But it's all nonsense，sir，"observed Arthur Weldon，in astonishment."Have you any idea of the details of this thing you are proposing？""None whatever，"said the little millionaire."That's thebeauty of the scheme，Arthur；it may lead us into a reg'lar complicated mix—up，and the joy of getting untangledc ought to repay us for all our bother.""Perhaps so—if you ever untangle，"said the young man，smiling at the whimsical speech.Then he turned to his young bride."Do you want to go into this thing，Louise？"he asked.
"Of course I do，"she promptly replied."It's the biggestthing in the way of a sensation that Patsy's crazy brain has ever evolved，and I'll stand by the Millville Tribune to the last.You mustn't forget，Arthur，that I shall be able to publish all my verses and stories，which the Century and Harpers'so heartlessly turned down.""And Beth？""Oh，I'm in it too，"declared Beth."There's something so delightfully mysterious and bewildering in the idea of our editing and printing a daily paper here in Millville that I can hardly wait to begin the experiment.""It's no experiment whatever，"asserted Patsy boldly."Thedaily newspaper is an established factor in civilization，and 'whatever man has done，man can do'—an adagea that applies equally to girls.""Have you any notion of the cost of an outfit such as is required to print a modern daily ？"asked Arthur.
"Oh，two or three hundred，perhaps，but—""You're crazy，child！That wouldn't buy the type.""Nevertheless，"began Patsy，argumentatively，but her uncle stopped her.
"You needn't figure on that，"he said hastily."The outfitshall be my contribution to the enterprise.If you girls say you're anxious and willing to run a newspaper，I'll agree to give you a proper start.""Oh，thank you，Uncle ！""Of course we're willing！""It is all absolutely settled，so far as we are concerned，"said Patsy，rmly."How long will it take to get the things here，Uncle？"Mr.Merrick considered a moment.
"There's a long—distance telephone over at Cotting's General Store，in town，"he said."I'll drive over and get Major Doyle on the wire and have him order the stuff sent out at once.""Oh，no！"protested Patsy；"don't tell daddy of this plan，please.He'd think we were all fit subjects for the lunatic asyluma.""Major Doyle wouldn't be far wrong in that conclusion，"suggested Arthur.
"I'd like to surprise him by sending him the ？rst copy of the Millville Tribune，"added the major's daughter.
"Then，"said Mr.Merrick，"I'll call up Marvin，my banker.He'll perhaps attend to the matter more understandingly and more promptly than the major would.Tell Hucks to harness Joe to the buggyb，Patsy，and I'll go at once.""We'll all go！"exclaimed Beth.
"Of course，"added Louise；"we are all equally interested in this venture."So Patsy had old Hucks hitch Joe to the surrey，and thethree girls accompanied their uncle in his drive to town，leaving Arthur Weldon shaking his head in a deprecating waybut fully realizing that no protest of his would availa to prevent this amazing undertaking.
"That old man is as much a child as Beth or Patsy，"hereflected."It puzzles me to explain how he made all those millions with so little worldly wisdom."