There's no earthly reason why we should permit that bunch of
parasites in Hafen to graft off us any longer! Put 'em to work, like
you and me, and make life easier for us all!"
"But," objected Reblong, a little upset, "there's only a few of the
owners. They couldn't help much."
"But their servants could. Do you know that there's ten servants, on
an average, to every family of the rich? Servants who do nothing but
make life still easier for people who already hog it all!"
"Well, suppose they did all go to work; who would run our government
for us, my friend?"
"Who! Why--if we can do the work, I guess we can certainly do the
governing, Reblong."
Reblong turned away, plainly bewildered. "It doesn't look right to
me, old man. I'd rather let things stand as they are, so far as I'm
concerned."
Somewhere a warning instrument was thrumming loudly. The man with
the democratic ideas automatically turned to his locker, and
proceeded to change his outer clothing. Reblong meanwhile took off
his suit and slipped into some full-length overalls.
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