Your daily labour isn't wasted.

There isn't a country in the world that won't profit by it.
"Because of these bearings which you are making, automobiles and trucks will carry their loads more easily, tractors will plough better, engines will run longer, water will be pumped more quickly, electric light will be sold for less money.
"You are helping transportation--agriculture--commerce.

And if that isn't better, nobler work than washing, ironing, getting your own meals, washing your own dishes, and doing the same old round of profitless chores day after day, and year after year, from the hour you are old enough to work, till the hour you are old enough to die--well, then, I'm wrong and Helen's right; and I ought to have married Wally--and not one of you women ought to be here today!" A whisper arose in her mind.

"....Somebody's got to do the housework...." "Yes, but it needn't take up a woman's whole life," she shortly told herself, "any more than it does a man's.

I'm sure there must be some way...some way...." She stopped, a sudden flush striking along her cheek as she caught the first glimpse of her golden vision--that vision which may some day change the history of the human race.