Suppose they'd been as ignorant and careless as most of their class are made by the hard lot they have to endure; why, I should have followed them, that's all.

We've never had to go without a meal, and why?
Just because we've all of us worked like slaves and never allowed ourselves to think of rest or enjoyment.

When my father died, of course we had to be more careful than ever; but there were three of us to earn money, fortunately, and we kept up the home.

We put our money by for the club every week, what's more.' 'The club ?' queried Miss Waltham, to whom the word suggested Pall Mall and vague glories which dwelt in her imagination.
'That's to make provision for times when we're ill or can't get work,' Mutimer explained.

'If a wage-earner falls ill, what has he to look to?
The capitalist won't trouble himself to keep him alive; there's plenty to take his place.