"Yes, that is true. But if we had no fine old illuminated manuscripts, we would have lost much that is beautiful and interesting. There is no question, though, that typewriters accord with our generation much more harmoniously than do painfully penned manuscripts. In our day the problem is to turn out the most work in the shortest time, and the typewriter certainly does that for us. It is a very ingenious device--a marvel until one sees a modern printing press; then the typewriter seems a child's toy, a very elementary thing indeed." "I'd like to see a big press sometime," Paul observed. "I have been trying to get my nerve together to ask Mr. Carter for a permit to visit the _Echo_ printing rooms." "The _Echo_--humph!" laughed his father in derision. "Why, my boy, much as we esteem the _Echo_ here in Burmingham, it is after all only a small local newspaper and very insignificant when compared with one of the big city dailies. You should visit the press rooms of a really large paper if you want to see something worth seeing. The _Boston Post_, for example, has the largest single printing press in the world. It was built in 1906 by the Hoe Company of New York and is guaranteed to print, count, fold, and stack into piles over 700,000 eight-page papers an hour." "Great Scott, Dad!" "It is tremendous, isn't it?" "I'd like to see it." "Sometime you shall. I think such a trip could be arranged," his father replied. "In the meantime I fancy you will have all you can do to earn the money for your typewriter, purchase it, and learn to manipulate it." "I guess I shall; that's right," agreed Paul. "How am I going to get together the rest of that money! You haven't any suggestions, have you, sir?" "Not unless you want to do Thompson's work while he takes his trip West. He is going out to Indiana to see his mother and will be away a month or so; in the meantime I have got to hire another man to do the chores about the place. The lawn must be cut; the leaves raked up; the driveway kept trim and in order; and the hedge clipped. If you want to take the job I will pay you for it." "I'd have to do the work Saturdays, I suppose." "That wouldn't hurt you, would it?" Paul thought a moment. "N--o." "Undoubtedly it would interfere with your school games, the football and baseball," said his father. "Maybe a typewriter isn't worth that amount of sacrifice." "Yes, it is." "Think you want to make a try at Thompson's job?" "Yes, sir." "Then I won't hire in another man; only remember I shall expect you to stick to the bargain. I can't have you throwing up the place in a week or two." "I shan't do that." "And I can't have my work done haphazard, either," continued Mr. Cameron. "It must be done well and regularly." "Yes, sir." "You want me to give you a trial?" "Yes, Dad." "Do you want to do the whole job--the brasses indoors too?" "Yes, I may as well take on the whole thing since I am out for money," laughed Paul.