"N-o-o," replied Jimmie's mother. "And we both think he has learned never to take the risk he took before, don't we?" "Yes," answered Jimmie's mother. Jimmie wanted a new double runner more than anything else, and so he went right to work on his little newspaper. The printing press was not large enough to print the paper all at once, and so it was printed in parts and these were pasted on a large sheet of paper of the size ordered. Uncle Francis was specially interested in newspapers, because he was editor of a big city daily called the _Record_. Jimmie felt that of course his uncle would be very critical and that the little _Home Record_ must be just right. The morning after he started the paper he had a bright idea: he would ask his mother to be head proof reader--Jimmie felt pretty shaky about spelling and punctuation; and he would ask Tom Frazer, when he came over to see him, if he would not be head reporter and tell him what was happening outside--Tom always knew what the fellows were doing. He could give Tom the rear sled of his old double runner, which was not broken in the accident. Tom had said he should have to have a new sled, and that was really a very good one. [Illustration: A MONK COPYING MANUSCRIPT BOOKS] Both assistants seemed glad to serve and the work began merrily. When Jimmie's father came home that night he said he would be the "printer's devil." "What's that?" asked Jimmie. "Don't believe they have them now," said his mother. [Illustration: THE FIRST PRINTING LOOKED LIKE THIS] "They don't need so many of them in these days of steam perfecting presses as they used to, but surely the printer has to have assistants even to-day," said his father. "Perhaps now that machinery does so much of the work the men do not get black and inky enough to be called 'devils.' While Jimmie has to lie with that leg fixed as it is now, he will want some one to run that press when he gets everything ready for the printing. Don't you think so, son?" Jimmie agreed with his father, as he looked at the leg so straight and stiff. "I shall be glad to have your help as a--what is it they call it--a pressman? I think that I shall have something ready to print to-morrow night," said Jimmie--and he did. As Jimmie was the whole newspaper force except the head proof reader, the head reporter, and the head pressman, he had both to set the type and to write the newspaper himself. Writing compositions Jimmie detested, but writing a newspaper he found was not half bad. "Don't see what you can write about," his father said jokingly. "There's nothing doing in this house when _you_ have to keep still." [Illustration: A TYPE ENLARGED] Jimmie did not, however, suffer from any lack of news. In fact, his friends brought him so much that the second day he started a baseball column and the third day a society column.