“It’s ’cause this combines business with pleasure,” Mundon replied, as he neatly cut long fingers of potato, preparatory to frying them. “There’s twice as much fun to be had in doin’ the work you really like to do than there is in anythin’ that’s called ‘fun.’”
“So I’ve found out.”
“Fun’s like society. When it hunts you,—comes of its own accord, natural like,—it’s fine. But when you hunt it, it don’t amount to shucks.”
“I guess you’re about right. I know I’ve never enjoyed anything in my life as I have this.”
“’Cause why? ’Cause it’s work you like. That’s the reason. But it takes some folks a lifetime to find that out; and even then they don’t see it.”
Ben was looking at the pile of rubble as if fascinated.
“How much longer before we know?”
“It won’t be long now, I reckon.”
“O, Mundon, how can I ever wait!”