The child pulls the stuffing from the doll with pleasure, but asks for another in half an hour.

The delicious meal daintily served is a joy for an hour.

A room put in perfect order, clean, tastefully decorated, is a delight to the eye for three hours and then it must be again cleaned and rearranged.

Is this productive work?
Is there any reason why we should be satisfied with it or happy in it?
In an earlier time, that from which we derive so many of our cherished ideals, the house built by or for the young people was used as a homestead by their children and their children's children.

Customs grew up slowly, and for some reason.