  Before nine o’clock that night the magazines had all been wrapped, ready for Ike to take to the post-office. The children were just as eager to continue the work, but Mrs. Talmage said that nine o’clock was time to go home. “We’ll all be here Monday afternoon to help some more, Mrs. Talmage,” promised the Blue Birds as they skipped away beside their mothers. It took the Bobolinks all of that week, working every moment after school, and many of the evening hours, to finish the rest of the magazines. Everyone had decided that ten thousand would be enough for the first issue, for it took so long to wrap each copy that no extra time could be given to printing. The first week of November results began to appear. One day the Blue Birds came to the Winter Nest and found several letters lying on the table, addressed to the “Blue Birds of Oakdale.” Dot was trying to look right through the envelope and the others laughed at her expression. “Let’s open them and see!” said sensible Ruth. Mrs. Talmage entered the room just then and the letters were given her to open and read aloud. “Maybe they are subscriptions,” suggested Mrs. Talmage, as she slipped a paper-knife under the flap of an envelope. “Goodness! suppose they are?” whispered Betty. “What would we do with them?” said Dot. As this was an entirely new and unexpected problem, the Blue Birds looked at each other and then at Mrs. Talmage. “I think we will have to invite the Bobolinks to a conference to-day and talk this matter over,” said Mother Wings. Norma was sent to the Publishing House to invite the boys to be present at the meeting that afternoon at five. As it was four-thirty, the boys hurried to wash their hands and pull down their shirt sleeves, for almost all of them had taken off their coats and rolled up their sleeves. After looking over the papers, Ned said, “We must sign these and send back a receipt, eh, mother?” “Yes, and we must select some bank in which to place our account; shall we say the Oakdale Trust Company?” said Mrs. Talmage. So that was agreed upon and the secretary told to stop at the bank in the morning and get the necessary blanks for the company to fill in. “What a heap of money the magazines must make,” said Dot. “Just look at all the money we have already with no list.” “But you forget we have really no costs to pay at present so all that is paid in is profit. But the city publishers have heavy expenses to pay out of all their income,” explained Mrs. Talmage. “Uncle Ben says that hardly any magazine published could pay its expenses on the subscriptions only; it is the advertising that pays for the work,” said Ned. “If we don’t we won’t pay costs after all of these free donations of paper and postage are over,” added Meredith. “You boys practised that part of the work, so why don’t you try and call upon some big firms and ask for contracts?” asked Dot. “How do you know we practised?” questioned Ned, looking at the Blue Birds, who started giggling as they recalled the visit to the loft over the carriage house. “Ho, didn’t you?” insisted Dot. “No one but we boys knew it—we kept the doors closed while we tried to see which one could do it best,” replied Don. “A little bird whispered it in our ears,” teased Ruth. “Say, Jinks! do you remember the time I heard those noises in the loft?” asked Ned. The Bobolinks saw that the girls were laughing at them. “I wonder when Mr. Richards will get that story printed in the papers—that will help so much!” sighed Betty. “And when it once gets started, the subscription list will grow very rapidly,” added Aunt Selina. And so it proved. In a few weeks’ time the letters containing checks and money orders for subscriptions reached such proportions that Mrs. Talmage was distracted trying to attend properly to the clerical work. Mr. Talmage saw that it was such tiresome application to detail that he telephoned Uncle Ben to send out a competent filing clerk; in a few days a nice young girl of about eighteen arrived and took charge of all the mail, and Mrs. Talmage heaved a deep sigh of relief. Uncle Ben had made it a custom to visit his brother’s family every week-end since the inception of the magazine, and one Saturday he arrived unusually early—in time for lunch. “Ned, can you call a meeting of the B.B. & B.B.’s at the Publishing House for two o’clock?” asked Uncle Ben. “We had something to talk over in the Winter Nest, but we can postpone it until afterward,” said Ruth. So at two o’clock all of the children were gathered about Uncle Ben to hear the news he had to tell them. Uncle Ben made a great fuss clearing his throat as if in preparation for an oration, then took a packet of letters from his pocket. “The sample issue of your magazine made such a stir in various publishing circles, that one of the officers of the Publishers’ Association asked me Thursday night who was back of all this business that a lot of youngsters had started down at Oakdale. “I didn’t reply right away, and a man sitting near me said, ‘Oh, some folks, probably, who have a smattering of how to do printing!’ “Some of my friends laughed hilariously, for they thought it a good joke on me, but the President of the association was not satisfied. “‘This is no amateurish work, Mackensie,’ he “Then a friend of mine spoke. “‘This whole affair sounds very much like the pet hobby of a friend—he told me about it years ago.’ “The other men laughed at the explanation, but my friend looked at me and said, ‘Talmage, what do you know about it?’ “Then I said, ‘My niece and nephew belong to the Blue Birds and Bobolinks that started the poor children’s outing at Oakdale, last summer. They have become so interested in the work that they propose raising enough money this winter to take over a farm of a few thousand acres and send out hundreds of children for all of next summer.’ “‘They what?’ exclaimed every man present. “‘Say that again!’ commanded the President, so I gladly told them the story in detail. The children shouted and begged to be told at once, so Uncle Ben continued with evident pleasure in the telling. “Those great publishers talked for hours of ways and means in which to help along your good work. Some promised to interest prominent people they knew, and others offered to insert advertising cards in their own publications to tell about the magazine and its purpose. Almost every one of them offered to make special clubbing offers with their own magazines to induce readers to subscribe for yours. “Now, these letters are the results of some of the promises already kept by these men. I will read them to you.” Uncle Ben then proceeded to read aloud the letters from prominent people and philanthropists who had responded to the call made by friends. They commended the interest shown by the younger generation and hoped the sympathetic work done for the sick and poverty-stricken little ones of the cities would win success. To this end a donation was inclosed. Ned saw the figure written on the face of the first check on top and held the package as if it were dangerous. “Heigh, there, Ned, they aren’t loaded, are they?” laughed Jinks. “Read it off, Ned,” urged the boys and girls. “This top one is from the Cage Foundation and is for five hundred dollars—subscriptions to be sent to hospitals. The next one——” and Ned gasped again as he took up the second paper. Uncle Ben laughed at his evident amazement. “The second is from the Sarnegie Fund and is made out for a thousand dollars, subscriptions to be sent to homes and orphanages. “And here’s another for five hundred dollars from Harriet Rowld. Then there’s—let me see! One—two—three—four—for a hundred dollars each for cripples’ homes.” When Ned finished the children were too surprised to say a word, but Uncle Ben spoke for them. “Well, Chicks—I mean Birds—you see that “Oh, Uncle Ben! what a dreadful thing to say!” cried Ruth. “As if we ever would sell out such a wonderful plan,” murmured several of the children. “If every one of you feel the same about this matter, why not pass a resolution that we will never sell out this business for mere commercial reasons?” suggested Uncle Ben. It was instantly agreed upon and the resolution made a part of the by-laws of the company. “Now, for a social proposition,” said Uncle Ben, smiling in his possession of a pleasant secret. “I was thinking that we ought to get out an extra fine Christmas number, and send out as many samples as could be turned off the press. To do this you would have to have several men working during your school hours, so I thought it best to ask the men already here to wait for further orders. With all of this money on hand you can easily pay their salary and that of another “But we would be crowded out of our work if the men did all of it,” complained Don. “Not a bit of it! I said: ‘During school hours,’ so an extra large number of magazines can be printed for Christmas. You boys worked every moment of your time but could only finish ten thousand this month,” explained Uncle Ben. So it was cheerfully agreed to have the men help them with the next month’s magazine. “You said ‘social,’ but I don’t see anything social in having the men help with the work,” grumbled Don. “Now that you will have the men to help with the work you will have time to think of the social side of the plan I am going to suggest,” replied Uncle Ben, winking at Don to cheer him up. “So many of my friends in New York have heard of this B.B. & B.B. Company that I am constantly answering questions as to your ages, looks, and “I know you’ve got a lovely surprise to tell us—I can tell it in your voice!” cried Ruth, jumping up and hugging her uncle about the neck. “I don’t know whether it is or not—how can I say until the others tell me whether it is,” said Uncle Ben, trying to look troubled over the doubt. “Out with it, Uncle Ben!” laughed Ned. “Well, if I must, I must!” groaned Uncle Ben. “I have discovered a very amusing play that has Saturday matinÉes. Of course, I suppose Birds could get into a theatre, couldn’t they? Well, if we went to see the show in the afternoon and then went to a hotel where we could have a dining-room all to ourselves and give a little party to all of my friends, it would save me so much trouble for the future.” Mere words failed to express the excitement and delight of the children as they fully realized what Uncle Ben meant. “Oh,” said Betty, “I’ve never been to a theatre “Neither have I, Betty,” replied May. “Can you go?” “Will mother go with us, Uncle Ben?” asked Ruth. “Most assuredly, for you Blue Birds will have to have a Mother Wing to cover you—and Aunt Selina, too, if she will come,” said Uncle Ben. “When can we go?” asked Don, eagerly. “Have you decided to come?” teased Uncle Ben. The storm of acceptance made him laugh. “Well, then, let’s say a week from next Saturday, if everyone can arrange it for that time. I will invite my friends to be at our party at six o’clock sharp, for afterward we will have to come home on the nine o’clock train.” “And will some of those real publishers be there, Uncle Ben?” asked Ned, sceptically. “Some of the greatest in America, my boy,” said Uncle Ben, seriously, as he understood Ned’s ambition to meet them and his doubt of having the desire fulfilled. “What must we wear?” asked Norma. Just then Mr. Talmage appeared at the doorway and said, “Do you know that dinner is almost ready and no one there to sit down to table?” Then everyone began to tell of the party to be given in New York, and Mr. Talmage seemed very much surprised. “If that is the case, you will all have to do your very best to have a fine Christmas magazine so that the friends you meet in New York will want to come to another party at some other time. Perhaps if the magazine was very, very attractive they would feel so proud of being acquainted with you that they would take the trouble to come all the way out to Oakdale to have a party this winter,” ventured Mr. Talmage. “Wouldn’t it be fun to invite them all here at the Christmas Holidays and give them a real country Christmas tree with Uncle Ben for Santa Claus!” cried Betty, expectantly. “And sleigh-rides from the train, and bob-sledding “And have a present for everyone like we had on our Fourth-of-July tree,” cried Ruth. “And after all the fun is over, a great big feast with plum-pudding,” sighed Don, making them all laugh. “Yes, I think that will be fine, and I don’t believe one of those New Yorkers will stay away if you tell them all the fun you propose giving them,” laughed Uncle Ben. “But, first, let us have our party with you, Uncle Ben, then we can talk about the Christmas one,” advised Ned. 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