But Luke, after a struggle to his feet, said suddenly: 'Work be hanged! I've had enough of it; I feel Mondayish, as we used to say in Lancashire.' 'Aren't you coming, then ?' 'No, I'll go and get drunk instead.' 'Come on, old man.

No good in getting drunk,' 'Maybe I won't but I can't go back to work to-day.

So long!' With which vernacular leave-taking, he turned and strolled away.

The bell was clanging its last strokes; Gilbert hurried to the door, and once more merged his humanity in the wage-earning machine.
Two days later, as he sat over his evening meal, Gilbert noticed that his mother had something to say.

She cast frequent glances at him; her pursed lips seemed to await an opportune moment.
'Well, mother, what is it ?' he said presently, with his wonted look of kindness.