Thorwald has told us, I suppose you have no servants for any department of
work."

"You are not entirely right," she returned. "We have excellent servants.
This obedient power, that does our work so willingly, is our servant, and
so is the mechanism with which our houses are filled, and through which
this silent force is exerted. Many of our animals are domesticated and
trained to do light services, but as for servants of our own flesh and
blood, no such class exists. We all share whatever work there is, and no
labor is menial. Whatever I ask others to do I am glad to do for them when
occasion offers. Do not suppose we are idle. There is work for us, but
with our abundant strength and continual good health it is never a burden.
Then there are the duties connected with our higher life and education,
for we are ever seeking to fit ourselves for a still better existence than
this."

We had now finished breakfast and were walking through the house. Zenith
was a beautiful woman, although, from our point of view, of such generous
proportions. She possessed the perfect form and the vigor and health of
all the Martians. She was, moreover, graceful, modest, and winning. But
Thorwald and the other men that we had seen possessed these latter
qualities also, and Zenith exhibited the same strength of mind and the
same devotion to lofty aims as her husband. In their equipment for the
duties of life and in the ability to do valiant service for their kind
they seemed equal. Evidently neither had a monopoly of any class of
advantages, either of mind, body, or estate.