"Henry, you are the direct outcome of your day and generation," said he.

"Less time, and more pay for less time, is our slogan." "Well, why not ?" returned Henry, surlily, still with a dawn of delighted opposition in his thin, intelligent face.

"Why not?
Look at the money that's spent all around us on other things that correspond.
What's an automobile but less time and more money, eh ?" Meeks laughed.

"Give it up until after supper, Henry," he said, as Sylvia's thin, sweet voice was heard from the next room.
"If you men don't stop talking and come right out, these flapjacks will be spoiled!" she cried.

The men arose and obeyed her call.
"There are compensations for everything," said Meeks, laughing, as he settled down heavily into his chair.