 How did the majority of Piltdon workers feel about Feetch?
Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five years with Piltdon. Piltdon is a household word, but who has heard of Feetch? "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a glistening mechanism. Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a pencil point. "Feetch!" roared Piltdon. "Feetch," bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. Receiving no satisfactory explanation from Piltdon, they set up their own research. That night, at six-ten p.m., the Borenchuck family of Selby, South Dakota, sat down to their evening meal.
 They respected him
 They respected him  They thought he was too careless  They felt indifferent towards him  They thought he was only thinking about money