"None of us understands telegraphy." "Hetty Hewitt does," he suggested.
"Hetty! I'm afraid if I asked her to assume this work she also would leave us." "No; she'll stay," he said positively.
"But she can't edit the telegraph news.

Suppose she took the messages, who would get the night news in shape for the compositors?
My uncle would not like to have me remain here until midnight, but even if he would permit it I have not yet mastered the art of condensing the dispatches and selecting just such items as are suitable for the _Tribune_." "I'll do that, Miss Doyle," promised Smith.
"I've been paying especial attention to the work of Miss Briggs, for I had an idea she was getting uneasy.

And I can take all the day messages, too.

If Hetty will look after the wires evenings I can do the rest of the telegraph editor's work, and my own, too." "Good gracious, Thursday!" exclaimed Patsy; "you'll be running the whole paper, presently." "No; I can't do the typesetting.

But if the Dwyer girls stick to their job--and they seem quite contented here--I'll answer for the rest of the outfit." "I'm glad the Dwyer girls seem contented," she answered; "but I'm afraid to depend upon anyone now--except you." He liked that compliment, but said nothing further.