She continued, triumphantly: "You see, the employers have ever
so much more at stake."
"Then men have everything at stake--the work of their hands," said the
young fellow.
"Oh, but surely," said Mrs. Makely, "you wouldn't set that against
capital? You wouldn't compare the two?"
"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.
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