Mrs. Atwater sighed. "You mustn't use such expressions, Florence."
"I don't see why not," the daughter promptly objected. "They're a lot more refined than the expressions they used on me!"
"Then I'm very glad you didn't play with them."
But at this, Florence once more gave way to filial despair. "Mamma, you just can't see through anything! I've said anyhow fifty times they ain't--aren't--playing! They're getting up a real newspaper, and have people buy it and everything. They been all over this part of town and got every aunt and uncle they have besides their own fathers and mothers, and some people in the neighbourhood, and Kitty Silver and two or three other coloured people besides. They're going to charge twenty-five cents a year, collect-in-advance because they want the money first; and even papa gave 'em a quarter last night; he told me so."
"How often do they intend to publish their paper, Florence?" Mrs. Atwater inquired absently, having resumed her sewing.
"Every week; and they're goin' to have the first one a week from to-day."
"What do they call it?"
"The North End Daily Oriole. It's the silliest name I ever heard for a newspaper; and I told 'em so. I told 'em what I thought of it, I guess!"
"Was that the reason?" Mrs. Atwater asked.
"Was it what reason, mamma?"
"Was it the reason they wouldn't let you be a reporter with them?"
"Poot!" Florence exclaimed airily. "I didn't want anything to do with their ole paper. But anyway I didn't make fun o' their callin' it 'The North End Daily Oriole' till after they said I couldn't be in it. Then I did, you bet!"
"Florence, don't say----"
"Mamma, I got to say somep'n! Well, I told 'em I wouldn't be in their ole paper if they begged me on their bented knees; and I said if they begged me a thousand years I wouldn't be in any paper with such a crazy name and I wouldn't tell 'em any news if I knew the President of the United States had the scarlet fever! I just politely informed 'em they could say what they liked, if they was dying I declined so much as wipe the oldest shoes I got on 'em!"
"But why wouldn't they let you be on the paper?" her mother insisted.
Upon this Florence became analytical. "Just so's they could act so important." And she added, as a consequence, "They ought to be arrested!"