"Oh! I couldn't read a book over again that I had just finished," said Letty. "I should hate doing that." "Not if you wanted to help mother," said her sister. Letty shrugged her shoulders. "I like to read to myself best," she said; "and if you like, I'll take that book to be changed when I come home from school. Miss Lavender said she would change it for us to-day if you liked." "Oh, but I sha'n't be done with it. I couldn't read it all to mother this afternoon," replied Winny. "And I shall want you to get the tea, and do a bit more sewing at the sacks when you come home from school, Letty," said her mother. "It hurts my fingers. I don't think I can do any more," replied Letty with a pout. "It hurts mine too, but I am too glad to get the work to grumble about it, and you will have to learn to do the same, my girl." Letty sighed. "Don't you wish we had a lot of money, Winny?" she said. "If father was a foreman, now." "No! No! I don't want father to be a foreman," hastily interrupted her sister. "What we've got to wish and pray for is that things may be altered, that the men may be able to do their work as father says they ought—taking an interest in it, so as to do it carefully and well. And that the foremen may not merely think of making them work as hard as possible for as little as possible, just as though they were horses and not men at all. The foremen might not make so much money then, but they will be happier and better with a little." "I hope it will be a little more than father has, then," interrupted Letty with a shrug of the shoulders. For the idea of people not being happy when they have plenty to eat, warm clothes to wear, and no rent to worry about, was something too wonderful for her to comprehend. "Do you think we should be better as we are, mother?" she asked incredulously. "But, don't you see, Letty, that if things were altered the way father was talking about last night, it would be better for us, and we should be a little better off, and father would be able to do his work better too. It would be fairer altogether, for now as it is, the foremen complain of the labourers and they complain of the foremen, and nobody is satisfied. Of course God could not let people be happy and content if they got their money unfairly, as it seems to me some do now, and I am sure He will have it altered somehow, now that men have begun to think how wrong it is. Nobody thought much about it till lately, but now He has begun to speak to men's hearts about it, He will soon teach them how to make things better. Of course if this could be done, I should be glad enough for father to be made a foreman, for then he would have regular wages, and then we might have a front room to live in, and I could look out of the window sometimes."