"Yes."
"What's he inventin' now?" "I don't know much about it." She pointed to the model beneath the window. "That's the last thing, I guess."
Blinky snorted and stamped over to the window, stooping to peer at the machine. "What's the good of that?" he demanded, disdainful; and without waiting for her response went on nagging. "Foolishness! That's what it is. Why don't you tell him not to waste his time this way?"
"Because he likes it," said Betty hopelessly. "It's the only thing that makes life worth while to him. So I let him alone."
"What difference does that make? It don't bring him in nothin', does it?"
"No ..."
"Nor do any good?"
"No."
"No, siree, it don't. He'd oughter stop it. What does he do with them things when he gets 'em finished?"
"Patents them."