"So have I," declared Patsy. "For a long time I was puzzled what to do, for I hated dreadfully to kill our dear _Tribune_ after we've made it such a nice paper. Yet I knew very well we couldn't stay here all winter and run it. But last night I had an inspiration. Thursday will marry Hetty, I suppose, and they can both stay here and run the Tribune. They are doing most of the work now. If Uncle John agrees, we will sell out to them on 'easy terms.'"