"Aw know one thing," many a good dame declared, "it wer' a gooid thing for yar haase 'at aw put into th' Co-op. Aw allus know th' rent 'll be theer at th' quarter end, an' there'll be summat to buy cloes wi' at Whissunday, an' a bit o' summat extra at Kersmas, an' it's all mi eye an' Peggy Martin abaat th' stuff bein' dear an' nasty. That's Eph. Thorpe's tale, that is. Ther's nob'dy nah'll go to Eph's bud them as cannot pay ready brass for their stuff." More than one good workman, old friends and cronies of Ben's, had already had long talks with him about the matter. They were men who had a bit laid by and were ready to join the enterprise. "We will have no one with us," said Tom emphatically, "but those who work in the mill. We will have no one's money unless he gives his labour too. Every worker on the job must have his flesh and blood in it as well as his money. If we take money at all it must be as a loan at low interest. The thing is to have every hand a co-operator in production and a sharer in the profits." "Tak' as few in as possible till yo' see how th' job frames," was Hannah's prudent counsel. "If it goes all reet yo'll ha' plenty o' backers, an' plenty as'll want to ha' a finger i' th' paw (pie). Aw nobbut hope it winnot be like the gradely 'Holmfirth paw.'" "What's that?" asked Tom. "Brokken eggs," said Hannah, shortly, "cow-pie,--custard, for fine." Of course Jabez Tinker heard of the thing. A few days before the expiration of Tom's apprenticeship he sent for him into the office. The indenture was spread on the desk before him. "Sit down, Tom," his master said in a not unkindly voice. "So I suppose you are going to shake the dust of Wilberlee Mill off your feet." "Something like it, sir, I suppose, if you've no objections." "Nay, it's with my leave or without my leave now. Well, I've had no fault to find with you. Are your plans settled once for all?" "I've put my hand to the plough, sir." "Well, of course it's no concern of mine. But don't you think you might have consulted me?" "I should have been glad of your advice, sir," said Tom. Then added firmly, "but you have never given me any reason to suppose you would have been willing to give it me." Mr. Tinker glanced sharply at the youth. He saw nothing of impertinent suggestion in Tom's face. Tom had spoken, simply and plain, what was to him a plain and simple matter of fact. "What do you mean, Pinder? Have you any complaint to make. Haven't I always done my duty by you?" "I don't know, sir. If your duty was to let me severely alone, you have done your duty. You know better than I whether that is a master's duty to an apprentice. I'm no lawyer. But Mr. Black always told me I was to be taught your trade." "Well, it seems you fancy you know enough about it to start for yourself." "Little thanks to you," thought Tom, but what use to say?