theatre suppers. We regret sweat-shops, even while we patronize the
stores that support them, and we bemoan child-labor, although I
suppose the simplest thing in the world would be to find out where
the cotton goes that is worked by babies, and refuse to buy those
brands of cotton, and make our merchants tell us where they DO get
their supply! We have managed our household problem so badly that we
simply can't get help--"

"You CANNOT do your own work, with children," said Mrs. Brown
firmly.

"Of course you can't. But why is it that our nice young American
girls won't come into our homes? Why do we have to depend upon the
most ignorant and untrained of our foreign people? Our girls pour
into the factories, although our husbands don't have any trouble in
getting their brothers for office positions. There is always a line
of boys waiting for a possible job at five dollars a week."

"Because they can sleep at home," submitted the doctor.

"You know that, other things being equal, young people would much
rather not sleep at home," said Mrs. Burgoyne, "it's the migrating
age. They love the novelty of being away at night."

"Well, when a boy comes into my office," the doctor reasoned slowly,
"he knows that he has certain unimportant things to do, but he sees
me taking all the real responsibility, he knows that I work harder
than he does."

"Exactly," said Mrs. Burgoyne. "Men do their own work, with help. We