'Why! because I suppose they might have consciences that told

them how surely they were making the old mother into an advocate

for them, in case they had any plans on the son's heart.' She smiled a grim smile, for she had been pleased by Margaret's

frankness; and perhaps she felt that she had been asking

questions too much as if she had a right to catechise. Margaret

laughed outright at the notion presented to her; laughed so

merrily that it grated on Mrs. Thornton's ear, as if the words

that called forth that laugh, must have been utterly and entirely

ludicrous. Margaret stopped her merriment as soon as she saw Mrs.

Thornton's annoyed look.

'I beg your pardon, madam. But I really am very much obliged to

you for exonerating me from making any plans on Mr. Thornton's

heart.' 'Young ladies have, before now,' said Mrs. Thornton, stiffly.

'I hope Miss Thornton is well,' put in Mr. Hale, desirous of

changing the current of the conversation.

'She is as well as she ever is. She is not strong,' replied Mrs.

Thornton, shortly.

'And Mr. Thornton? I suppose I may hope to see him on Thursday?' 'I cannot answer for my son's engagements. There is some

uncomfortable work going on in the town; a threatening of a

strike. If so, his experience and judgment will make him much

consulted by his friends. But I should think he could come on

Thursday. At any rate, I am sure he will let you know if he

cannot.' 'A strike!' asked Margaret. 'What for? What are they going to

strike for?' 'For the mastership and ownership of other people's property,'

said Mrs. Thornton, with a fierce snort. 'That is what they

always strike for. If my son's work-people strike, I will only

say they are a pack of ungrateful hounds. But I have no doubt

they will.' 'They are wanting higher wages, I suppose?' asked Mr. Hale.

'That is the face of the thing. But the truth is, they want to be

masters, and make the masters into slaves on their own ground.

They are always trying at it; they always have it in their minds

and every five or six years, there comes a struggle between

masters and men. They'll find themselves mistaken this time, I

fancy,--a little out of their reckoning. If they turn out, they

mayn't find it so easy to go in again. I believe, the masters

have a thing or two in their heads which will teach the men not

to strike again in a hurry, if they try it this time.' 'Does it not make the town very rough?' asked Margaret.




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