Wonder and beauty walked with him, hand in hand, and all power was his.

He tried to tell it to Joe, but Joe had visions of his own, infallible schemes whereby he would escape the slavery of laundry-work and become himself the owner of a great steam laundry.
"I tell yeh, Mart, they won't be no kids workin' in my laundry--not on yer life.

An' they won't be no workin' a livin' soul after six P.M.

You hear me talk! They'll be machinery enough an' hands enough to do it all in decent workin' hours, an' Mart, s'help me, I'll make yeh superintendent of the shebang--the whole of it, all of it.

Now here's the scheme.