"Why doesn't she have it with you?"
"Because I like to live with my wife. Her business, and mine, are in Michigan; Hallie's in New York."
"And when she marries she keeps on being an inspector?" I queried.
"Precisely. The man who marries that young woman will have much happiness, but he will not 'own' her, and she will not be his wife in the sense of a servant. She will not darn his socks or cook his meals. Why should she?"
"Will she not nurse his babies?"
"No; she will nurse her babies—their babies, not 'his' merely."
"And keep on being an inspector?"
"And keep on being an inspector—for four hours a day—in two shifts. Not a bit more difficult than cooking, my dear boy."
"But—she will not be with her children—"
"She will be with her children twenty hours out of the twenty-four—if she wants to. But Hallie's not specially good with children. . . . You see, John, the women have specialized—even in motherhood."