All she did was thank him for putting on the coffee and then hurry to prepare pancakes. As soon as they had eaten and Douglas was on his way to school, she led the way down the stairs to the printing office. She tied on her stained apron. Pulling a page from her desk, she said, “There are buckets and soap and brushes in the storage closet under the stairs, Luke. Please wash the ink from the type in that box first.” She pointed to a wooden case. “I’ll need it to do the posters for Mr. Rutherford.” “Rutherford?” He opened the door beneath the stairs. “That name sounds familiar. Isn’t he one of the Terrible Trio?” “I need their business to keep the Bugle from bankruptcy.” “And how they make that money doesn’t concern you?” “It concerns me greatly, but speculation without facts concerns me more.” He paused, surprise on his face. “Who taught you that?” “Pa and common sense.” He grinned. “Maybe so, but you sounded just like Carter.” “Didn’t you tell me you were willing to work hard?
