Will you have a little more angel pudding ?' It was quite plain to Lucy and Philip that Mr.Noah wished to change the subject, which, for some reason, was a sad one, and with true politeness they both said 'Yes, please,' to the angel pudding offer, though they had already had quite as much as they really needed.
After dinner Mr.Noah took them for a walk through the town, 'to see the factories,' he said.

This surprised Philip, who had been taught not to build factories with his bricks because factories were so ugly, but the factories turned out to be pleasant, long, low houses, with tall French windows opening into gardens of roses, where people of all nations made beautiful and useful things, and loved making them.

And all the people who were making them looked clean and happy.
'I wish we had factories like those,' Philip said.

'Our factories _are_ so ugly.

Helen says so.' 'That's because all your factories are _money_ factories,' said Mr.
Noah, 'though they're called by all sorts of different names.