"Well Heaven help the working man that's got them in the present economic machine," said Ferguson a little impatiently.
She, too, moved impatiently. "Oh I don't know a thing about it. It's absurd for me to be talking about it."
"Why I don't think it's at all absurd, only I don't think you see the thing clear to the end, and I wish you could talk to somebody who sees farther than I do. I'm new to it myself. Now there's a man doing a lot of boat repairing up here above the Island. I wish you could talk to him. He'd know just what you mean, and just how to meet you."
"Oh, would he?" said Katie. "What's his name?"
"Mann. Alan Mann."
"Why, Katie," laughed Wayne, "it must be that he's that same mythical creature known as the man who mends the boats."
"Yes," said Katie, "I fancy he's the very same mythical creature."
"My little boy talks about him," Wayne explained.
"Yes, he's the same one. I've seen him talking to your little boy and one of the soldiers. He's a queer genius."
"In what way is he a queer genius?" asked Katie.