"When will the papers come out?" asked Ned.
"I'll keep you posted day by day. I'm not going to lose sight of such a promising crowd of young folks, _I tell you!_" laughed the young man as he placed the film in his pocket and started to say good-by.
"Say, here, are you going to take that magazine with you?" cried Don, seeing the magazine rolled up in the visitor's hand.
"Well, I guess! I'm going to exploit this everywhere I go," said Mr. Richards, tapping the paper with his hand.
"And tell the newspaper man that lots of famous folks have promised to write for us," said Ruth, who desired the magazine to have all the glory possible.
"And tell him to be sure and say that Aunt Selina will be glad to have grown-ups write to ask her about Happy Hills," added Aunt Selina, anxious to have the children's farm advertised.
"I'll make them write everything I can think of, and more too, if possible," laughed the young man as he started down the steps.
"Oh, Mr. Richards, I forgot to tell----" Don started to say something, but Ike interrupted from the automobile which had been waiting for some time in front of the house.
"There'll just be time to jump aboard that train if we get off at once!"
Mr. Richards jumped in and raised his hat to the ladies, while Ike started the car at full speed, the children meantime waving their hands and shouting reminders after the visitor.
Back to the Publishing House trooped the bevy of workers, more eager than ever to continue their work.
"Now, he's what I call an 'all right' man!" declared Don Starr, emphatically, as he accented his words with punches at the stitcher.
"What a piece of luck for us," exclaimed Ned, overjoyed at the promised newspaper story.
"I always said I wanted to go through college," said Tuck Stevens, thoughtfully; "but what's the use? When I have such a good business to work in and will be all ready to live on my money by the time I'm a man, why should I bother?"
"That's so, Tuck; better have a good time on that money," laughed Jinks.
"Better 'not count your chickens before they're hatched' or they may never come out of the shell," teased Ned.
The Blue Birds had been equally busy talking, while folding pages, but the work soon engrossed too much of their attention to keep up any conversation.