Ah, here I am at the entrance of the court where the editor of _The Joy-bell_ lives.

How funny it is to be here all alone.

I really feel quite like a heroine.

Now I am at the office--how queer, how very queer--I do not see any _Joy-bells_ pressed up against the window.

No, not a single one; there are lots of other books and papers, but no _Joy-bells_.