"Now," breathed Keg, "we can all get back to normal. Thanks, fellows."
"The government is making the stuff in reams," said Don. "It won't be too long before you'll be able to pay Hansen what he's really worth, as well as the rest of your crew. But in spite of this trinket, Life has still made a big change. I can foresee the four-hour week right now."
"It's here and been here for some time," said Keg. "But—Hey! Linna!"
Keg's wife entered. She was clad in hospital whites and was carrying a tray.
"Hello, Keg," she said solemnly. Keg hadn't heard that tone of voice for years.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Someone had to help. I was doing nothing and so I pitched in to help Dr. Hansen when he worked on you. He said I did fine."
"Linna is a good nurse's aid," responded Hansen. "Mind if we keep her on a bit?"
"Not if she minds staying."
"I want to, Keg," she said quietly. "With Marie wearing a platinum-mounted diamond tiara to dust the house, and Briggs coming to work in a limousine—imagine the idea of a butler's chauffeur!—and as you said, people eating from gold plates and using iridium tableware, there's nothing to get long-nosed about but one's inventiveness, talent, or uniqueness."