It is true, from off the basis of the Guild, the women could look at their homes, at the conditions of their own lives, and find fault.

So the colliers found their women had a new standard of their own, rather disconcerting.

And also, Mrs.Morel always had a lot of news on Monday nights, so that the children liked William to be in when their mother came home, because she told him things.
Then, when the lad was thirteen, she got him a job in the "Co-op." office.

He was a very clever boy, frank, with rather rough features and real viking blue eyes.
"What dost want ter ma'e a stool-harsed Jack on 'im for ?" said Morel.
"All he'll do is to wear his britches behind out an' earn nowt.

What's 'e startin' wi' ?" "It doesn't matter what he's starting with," said Mrs.Morel.
"It wouldna! Put 'im i' th' pit we me, an' 'ell earn a easy ten shillin' a wik from th' start.