"I should say on your face, by the look of it," his wife retorted. "I thought you had more sense than to put that chair upon such a rickety box. You might have broken your neck. What were you doing up there, anyway?"
"Follerin' Social Service methods; that's all, Tildy."
"Social Service methods! Why, what do you mean?"
"Ask Jess; she understands. It's an elevatin' process, ye see. I was jist elevatin' myself to put some plaster on that hole in the ceilin', when me under-pinnin' gave way. Did ye learn anythin' about the under-pinnin' at the Seminary, Jess?"
"Not that I know of, daddy."
"Ye didn't! Well, that's queer. What was the use of ye'r studyin' Social Service if ye didn't learn nuthin' about under-pinnin'."
"I don't know what it is, daddy."
"Ye don't! Why, I thought everybody knew that under-pinnin' is what hold's things up."
"Oh, I see. You mean the foundation, or groundwork, so to speak."
"Well, them may be the highfalutin' names, but I'm used to under-pinnin'. It comes more natural."