The contrast is
too great, the space is too small. Somebody is going to get the
life crowded out of him at every turn, and it isn't always the
work hand in the factory. The money kings eat each other for
breakfast every day. As for work, we always thought we worked.
You should take a peep into the shops and factories I've seen this
week. Work? Why, we don't know what work is, and we waste enough
food every day to keep a workman's family, and we're dressed liked
queens, in comparison with them right now."
"Do you mean to say if he asks you --?" It was a small explosion.
"I mean to say if he asks me, 'buy me that two hundred acres of
land where I want it, build me the house and barns I want, and
guarantee that I may live there as I please, and I'll marry you
to-morrow.' If it's Chicago -- Never! I haven't stolen,
murdered, or betrayed, who should I be imprisoned?"
"Why, you hopeless anarchist!" said Nancy Ellen, "I am going to
tell John Jardine on you."
"Do!" urged Kate. "Sound him on the land question. It's our only
hope of a common foundation. Have you send Agatha word that we
will be out this afternoon?"
"I have," said Nancy Ellen.
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