“Same way up to my house,” said Phineas; “but that'll all be different when we get the American Pie Company goin'. I guess we'll likely have pie every day then, hey? An' not have nobody's nails in our hair, neither.”
“Speakin' of nails,” said Eph, but not enthusiastically, “think we'd better make our own nails. We'll need a lot of 'em, to crate up pies an' bread to ship.”
“Yes,” said Phineas; “an' we'll just take over the steel business while we're about. We'll have a department to do buildin'; there ain't any use payin' other folks a big profit to build our mills, an' we might as well do buildin' fer other folks. An' we'll need steel rails fer our railroads.”
Eph began to grow enthusiastic again.
“We'd ought to build our own mines, too,” he suggested.
“An' run our own stores to sell our bread an' pies in every town,” said Phin.
“An' our own cannin' factories to can our fruit,” said Eph.
“An' our own can-factories to make the cans,” added Phin.
“We'll have our own tin-an' iron-mines, of course,” said Eph. “An' our own printin'-shops fer labels an' advertisin' an' showbills.”
“Better buy out the magazines an' newspapers. We can use 'em,” said Phin.