Dear, dear! my heart does
beat, for I am thinking that perhaps Poppy is right, and that all the
copies of _The Joy-bells_ are bought up; that, of course, is on
account of my story." Then Jasmine entered the house, and went into a
little office where a red-haired boy was sitting on a high stool
before a dirty-looking desk. The boy had a facetious and rather
unpleasant face, and was certainly not remarkable for good manners.
"I want to see the editor of _The Joy-bell_," asked Jasmine, in as
firm a tone as she could command.
The red-haired boy raised his eyes from a huge ledger which he was
pretending to occupy himself over, and said, "Can't see him," in a
laconic tone, and dropped his eyes again.
"But why?" asked Jasmine, somewhat indignantly. "I have particular
business with him; it is most necessary that I should see him. Pray,
let him know that I am here."
"Very sorry," replied the boy, "but can't."
"Why not?"
"'Cause he ain't in town."
"Oh!"
Poor Jasmine fell back a pace or two; then she resumed in a different
tone--
"I am very much disappointed; there is a story of mine in _The
Joy-bell_, and I wanted to speak to him about it.
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