Kismet Quick surveyed his asbestos processing factory, relishing the noise and intense heat, then did his hourly worker count to ensure that no child was slacking.
Suddenly he yelled, "Mrs Screech! Where's Hamill?"
A round, red-faced woman appeared, breathless. "Jack Hamill's with me, getting his finger sown back on, Mr Quick."
"Why? Does he NEED them all?"
"Well – "
"Get him back to work. Iodine on the missing finger!"
Mrs Screech nodded, returning with the injured boy. Beneath her own machine, Emily smiled, knowing that, as the only ones with sensible names, she and Jack were destined for each other.
Suddenly he yelled, "Mrs Screech! Where's Hamill?"
A round, red-faced woman appeared, breathless. "Jack Hamill's with me, getting his finger sown back on, Mr Quick."
"Why? Does he NEED them all?"
"Well – "
"Get him back to work. Iodine on the missing finger!"
Mrs Screech nodded, returning with the injured boy. Beneath her own machine, Emily smiled, knowing that, as the only ones with sensible names, she and Jack were destined for each other.
