“And how would you manage with huge manufactories?” inquired Tom.
“I’ve not been able to solve that difficulty yet,” replied Ned, smiling; “but my not being able to point out how things may be put right, does not, in the least degree, alter the fact that, as they are at present, they are wrong.”
“Most true, my sagacious friend,” said Tom; “but, pray, how do you prove the fact that things are wrong?”
“I prove it thus:— You admit, I suppose, that the air of all large cities is unhealthy, as compared with that of the country, and that men and women who dwell in cities are neither so robust nor so healthy as those who dwell in country places?”
“I’m not sure that I do admit it,” answered Tom.
“Surely you don’t deny that people of the cities deem it a necessary of life to get off to the country at least once a year, in order to recruit, and that they invariably return better in health than when they left?”
“True; but that is the result of change.”
“Ay,” added Ned, “the result of change from worse to better.”
“Well, I admit it for the sake of argument.”
“Well, then, if the building of cities necessarily and inevitably creates a condition of atmosphere which is, to some extent, no matter how slight, prejudicial to health, those who build them and dwell in them are knowingly damaging the life which has been given them to be cherished and taken care of.”