Demi's arm was round her now, as he said, in a voice so like his father's that it was the sweetest music to her ear: 'Mother dear, I think I have got just what you want for me; and it shall not be my fault if I don't become the man you hope to see me.

Let me tell you all about it.

I didn't say anything till it was sure because it would only worry you; but Aunt Jo and I have been on the look-out for it some time, and now it has come.

You know her publisher, Mr Tiber, is one of the most successful men in the business; also generous, kind, and the soul of honour--as his treatment of Aunty proves.

Well, I've rather hankered for that place; for I love books, and as I can't make them I'd like to publish them.