“Why, if you are interested in that, we will take a trip down to the plant some day soon,” promised his father. “I should like to know more about it myself.”
“Oh, that will be fine, father. Can we go on Saturday?”
“I think so. I will see if I can get permission of the disposal people to make a visit on that day.”
“I guess it must pay to make garbage into fertilizer.” Robert was thinking aloud.
His father took up the thought. “Indeed it does, my boy. Garbage, or waste food, is very valuable; that of some big cities being worth a million dollars a year.”
“So much? Isn’t it splendid that it can be used? I wonder how any one thought of making it into fertilizer.”
“Well, I imagine it came about in this way: farmers and people who live in the country where they can observe, have found out that the thriftiest of all creatures is Mother Nature. She never lets anything go to waste; she is so very thrifty that when men help her she uses waste so fast that it pays a thousand fold.
“So the men who buy the fertilizer made from city garbage are buying it for thrifty Mother Nature to use as food for plants. But we have talked too long, son; so good night, for you know
‘Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.’”