stands to reason and the commonest kind of common sense, that our wages are higher than yours.”
He looked dazed, and said, despairingly:
“Verily, I cannot make it out. Ye’ve just said ours are the higher, and with the same breath ye take it back.”
“Oh, great Scott, isn’t it possible to get such a simple thing through your head? Now look here—let me illustrate. We pay four cents for a woman’s stuff gown, you pay 8.4.0, which is four mills more than double . What do you allow a laboring woman who works on a farm?”
“Two mills a day.”
“Very good; we allow but half as much; we pay her only a tenth of a cent a day; and—”
“Again ye’re conf—”
“Wait! Now, you see, the thing is very simple; this time you’ll understand it. For instance, it takes your woman forty-two days to earn her gown, at two mills a day—seven weeks’ work; but ours earns hers in forty days—two days short of seven weeks. Your woman has a gown, and her whole seven weeks wages are gone; ours has a gown, and two days’ wages left, to buy something else with. There— now you understand it!”
He looked—well, he merely looked dubious, it’s the most I can say; so did the others. I waited—to let the thing work. Dowley spoke at last—and betrayed the fact that he actually hadn’t gotten away from his rooted and grounded superstitions yet. He said, with a trifle of hesitancy:
“But—but—ye cannot fail to grant that two mills a day is better than one.”