claim on the personal service of others."

"By George! I found him blacking his own boots!"

Mrs. Bogardus laughed.

"But I'm paying a man to do it for him. It upsets my contract with that
other fellow for Paul to do his work. We have a claim on what we pay for
in this world."

"I suppose we have. But Paul thinks that nothing can pay the price of
those artificial relations between man and man. I think that's the way he
puts it."

"Good Heavens! Has the boy read history? It's a relation that began when
the world was made, and will last while men are in it."

"I am not defending Paul's ideas, Colonel. I have a great sympathy with
tyrants myself. You must talk to him. He will amuse you."

"My word! It's a ticklish kind of amusement when _we_ get talking. Why,
the boy wants to turn the poor old world upside down--make us all stand on
our heads to give our feet a rest. Now, I respect my feet,"--the colonel
drew them in a little as the lady's eyes involuntarily took the direction
of his allusion,--"I take the best care I can of them; but I propose to
keep my head, such as it is, on top, till I go under altogether. These
young philanthropists! They assume that the Hands and the Feet of the
world, the class that serves in that capacity, have got the same nerves as
the Brain."