The seed she sowed : $b A tale of the great dock strike.Leslie, Emma
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The seed she sowed : $b A tale of the great dock strike.
Leslie, Emma
Docks -- England -- London -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Strikes and lockouts -- Juvenile fiction
That she had seen better days gave her a certain standing with her
neighbours that was as precious as a patent of nobility to the wealthy,
and to go to a street where this would count for little or nothing in
the eyes of its rougher inhabitants, was more than the poor woman could
contemplate calmly. She had buoyed herself up with the hope all day
that her husband would make something like two shillings, then they
could lay this aside and yet have sufficient to get what was necessary
for the replenishing of the cupboard.
To her over-anxious mind, it seemed unfeeling that her husband could be
interested in anything he might read in the newspaper, and forget the
rent that must be provided somehow before next Monday.
That there could be any connection between the two, she quite failed to
see in her narrower vision, and thinking over this as she looked at the
shilling and sixpence on the table, she at length burst into tears, to
Letty's great consternation.
"Mother, mother, don't cry!" exclaimed Winny, trying to stretch out her
arms so as to be able to reach her. "Mother dear, you forget that God
knows all about how bad things are just now, and can send us the rent
ready for next Monday, though it is Thursday night and we haven't got
much towards it."
"We haven't anything," sobbed the poor woman. "We shall want all this
money for bread and tea and a bit of dinner to-morrow."
Winny was silent for a minute or two, but at last she said: "Letty
might get some soup at the mission-hall for a penny a pint, and that
would be cheaper than anything else for dinner."
"And I can get my dinner what I want at the food truck outside the dock
gates for a penny," remarked her husband.
Poor Mrs. Chaplin winced. She had been thinking a good deal to-day
of their past comfort and respectability, and to her it seemed like
charity to take advantage of these cheap food depots, and her tears
flowed afresh at the thought. Still, if the shilling was to be put away
for the rent, it was the only thing they could do with the sixpence,
for upon no other plan could they hope to get sufficient for them all
to have two meals within twenty-four hours.
It was some comfort to her to think that there was something dropped
into the rent-box that stood in the corner drawer, and so she wiped
away her tears and began to prepare for going to bed.
This was an elaborate process, for the bed had to be let down out of
what looked like a wardrobe cupboard during the day, but now disclosed
bed-clothes, beds, and pillows, to say nothing of a long curtain that
was rolled together at the top, and when let down formed a partition
between the two beds, the girls' being made up at the other end of the
room.
There was not much room to move about when the two beds were got into
working order for the night, but then nobody wanted to do more than
creep into bed.
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