I think that never in my life have I enjoyed myself more than since I became a journalist." "Is the thing paying dividends ?" inquired the major.
Arthur laughed.
"I've just been figuring up the last month's expenditures and receipts," said he.

"The first month didn't count, for we were getting started." "And what's the result ?" asked the Major.
"Every paper we send out--for one cent--costs us eighty-eight cents to manufacture." There was a painful silence for a time, broken by the major's suggestive cough.
"I hope," said the old soldier, solemnly, "that the paper's circulation is very small." "The smallest of any daily paper in all the civilized word, sir," declared the bookkeeper.
"Of course," remarked Louise, with dignity; "that is what distinguishes it.

We did not undertake this publication to make money, and it does not cost us more than we are willing to pay for the exceptional experiences we are gaining." The major raised his eyebrows; Arthur whistled softly; Uncle John smiled; but with one accord they dropped the disagreeable subject..