When I used to come home from school Mother used to ask me what happened that day, and I'd tell her,— said Miss Pefko. "Now I come home from work and she asks me the same question, and all I can say is" — Miss Pefko shook her head and let her crimson lips flap slackly— "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno.""If there's something you don't understand," urged Dr. Breed, —ask Dr. Horvath to explain it. He's very good at explaining.— He turned to me. "Dr. Hoenikker used to say that any scientist who couldn't explain to an eight-year-old what he was doing was a charlatan.""Then I'm dumber than an eight-year-old," Miss Pefko mourned. —I don't even know what a charlatan is.

It is a harsh reality that some of the most important and respectable jobs which deserve high salaries might be better off with low salaries. A politician, or a minister, or a teacher is sure to be working sincerely and selflessly for the good of the people when through and through there is little monetary reward guaranteed. This is how the charlatans are weeded out of the field.