“Mr. Murphy,” Billy went on, “says that iron moves the world.”
“I should say,” said Uncle John, deliberately, “that power generally has to be put into an iron harness before anything can move; but Mr. Murphy evidently knows what he is talking about.”
“He says,” continued Billy, “that iron mills are very important places; and that, for his part, he’s glad that he works in an iron mill.”
“That’s the way every man ought to feel about his work,” said Uncle John; “all the work in the world has to be done by somebody.”
That remark sounded to Billy as if another motto might be coming; and, being tired, he wanted just to be social. So he said:
“Uncle John, did you ever see Miss King, the stenographer?”
“Only coming and going,” he answered.
“She’s a friend of mine, too,” said Billy. “She told me, to-day, that she wants me always to feel that she is my friend.”
“Everything going all right in the office, Billy?” asked Uncle John, quickly.
“Oh, yes,” answered Billy, with a little note of happiness in his voice. “She told me that so as to make me feel comfortable. She’s the loveliest woman I ever saw. Don’t you think, Uncle John, that yellow-brown is the prettiest color for hair?”