When they had driven off I turned and said, "Let's talk a while. We can always clean mouse cages later. Where's Tommy?" "Oh, he stopped at the bank to get a loan." "What on earth for? We have over six thousand in the account." "Well," Peter said, looking a little embarrassed, "we were planning to buy a hydraulic press. You see, Doris put some embroidery on that scheme of mine for making ball bearings." He grabbed a sheet of paper. "Look, we make a roller bearing, this shape only it's a permanent magnet. Then you see--." And he was off. "What did they do today, dear?" Marge asked as she refilled my coffee cup. "Thanks," I said. "Let's see, it was a big day. We picked out a hydraulic press, Doris read us the first chapter of the book she's starting, and we found a place over a garage on Fourth Street that we can rent for winter quarters. Oh, yes, and Jeff is starting action to get the company incorporated." "Winter quarters," Marge repeated. "You mean you're going to try to keep the group going after school starts?" "Why not? The kids can sail through their courses without thinking about them, and actually they won't put in more than a few hours a week during the school year." "Even so, it's child labor, isn't it?" "Child labor nothing. They're the employers. Jeff McCord and I will be the only employees--just at first, anyway." Marge choked on something. "Did you say you'd be an employee?" "Sure," I told her. "They've offered me a small share of the company, and I'd be crazy to turn it down. After all, what's to lose?" Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Analog Science Fact & Fiction_ July 1962. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.