"Yes, I should," said Camp, and I could see his eye kindle and his jaw stiffen.
"Then, I suppose you would say that a man ought to get as much for his work as an employer gets for his capital. If you think one has as much at stake as the other, you must think they ought to be paid alike."
"That is just what I think," said Camp, and Mrs. Makely burst into a peal of amiable laughter.
"Now, that is too preposterous!"
"Why is it preposterous?" he demanded, with a quivering nostril.
"Why, simply because it is," said the lady, but she did not say why, and although I thought so, too, I was glad she did not attempt to do it, for her conclusions seemed to me much better than her reasons.
The old wooden clock in the kitchen began to strike, and she rose briskly to her feet, and went and laid the books she had been holding in her lap on the table beside Mrs. Camp's bed. "We must really be going," she said, as she leaned over and kissed the invalid. "It is your dinner time, and we shall barely get back for lunch, if we go by the Loop road; and I want very much to have Mr. Homos see the Witch's
