solve it. "Nature never makes mistakes," said Professor Stewart.

Of course, in this new light Samuel's own case became plain. "Those
who are out of work are those who have failed in the struggle," he
said.

"Precisely," said the professor.

"And that is because they are unfit."

"Precisely," said the professor again. "As Herbert Spencer has phrased
it, 'Inability to catch prey must be regarded as a falling short of
conduct from its ideal.' And, of course, in an industrial community,
the 'prey' is a job."

"Who is Herbert Spencer?" asked Samuel.

"He is recognized as the authority in such matters," said the other.

"And then," pondered Samuel, "those who have jobs must be the fit. And
the very rich people--the ones who make the millions and millions--
they are the fittest of all."

"Er--yes," said the professor.

"And, of course, that makes my problem clear--I'm out of a job, and so
I must die."

The professor gazed at Samuel sharply. But it was impossible to
mistake the boy's open-eyed sincerity. He had no thought about