“I don’t think he would enjoy it any better than I. His tastes are very different from mine, and his views of life are equally different.”

“I should think so,” said Harry.

“Now I think you and I would agree very well.  Clapp dislikes the business, and only sticks to it because he must get his living in some way.  As for me, if I had a sum of money, say five thousand dollars, I would still remain a printer, but in that case I would probably buy out a paper, or start one, and be a publisher, as well as a printer.”

“That’s just what I should like,” said Harry.

“Who knows but we may be able to go into partnership some day, and carry out our plan.”

“I would like it,” said Harry; “but I am afraid it will be a good while before we can raise the five thousand dollars.”

“We don’t need as much.  Mr. Anderson started on a capital of a thousand dollars, and now he is in comfortable circumstances.”

“Then there’s hopes for us.”

“At any rate I cherish hopes of doing better some day.  I shouldn’t like always to be a journeyman.  I manage to save up a hundred dollars a year.  How much have we in the savings bank, Hannah?”

“Between four and five hundred dollars, with interest.”

“It has taken me four years to save it up.  In five more, if nothing happens, I should be worth a thousand dollars.  Journeymen printers don’t get rich very fast.”

“I hope to have saved up something myself, in five years,” said Harry.

“Then our plan may come to pass, after all.  You shall be editor, and I publisher.”

“I should think you would prefer to be an editor,” said his wife.

“I am diffident of my powers in the line of composition,” said Ferguson.  “I shouldn’t be afraid to undertake local items, but when it comes to an elaborate editorial, I should rather leave it in other hands.”

“I always liked writing,” said Harry.  “Of course I have only had a school-boy’s practice, but I mean to practise more in my leisure hours.”

“Suppose you write a poem for the ‘Gazette,’ Walton.”

Harry smiled.

“I am not ambitious enough for that,” he replied.  “I will try plain prose.”

“Do so,” said Ferguson, earnestly.  “Our plan may come to something after all, if we wait patiently.  It will do no harm to prepare yourself as well as you can.  After a while you might write something for the ‘Gazette.’  I think Mr. Anderson would put it in.”

“Shall I sign it P. D.?” asked Harry.

“P.  D. stands for Doctor of Philosophy.”

“I don’t aspire to such a learned title.  P. D. also stands for Printer’s Devil.”

“I see.  Well, joking aside, I advise you to improve yourself in writing.”

“I will.  That is the way Franklin did.”

“I remember.  He wrote an article, and slipped it under the door of the printing office, not caring to have it known that he was the author.”