An' it's money as is between the masters and us.

There's a few educated ones got hold of one end of the rope, and all the lot of us hanging on to th' other end, an' we s'll go on pulling our guts out, time in, time out--" "But they've got th' long end o' th' rope, th' masters has," said Brewitt.
"For as long as one holds, the other will pull," concluded Aaron Sisson philosophically.
"An' I'm almighty sure o' that," said Kirk.

There was a little pause.
"Yes, that's all there is in the minds of you men," said the landlady.
"But what can be done with the money, that you never think of--the education of the children, the improvement of conditions--" "Educate the children, so that they can lay hold of the long end of the rope, instead of the short end," said the doctor, with a little giggle.
"Ay, that's it," said Brewitt.

"I've pulled at th' short end, an' my lads may do th' same." "A selfish policy," put in the landlady.
"Selfish or not, they may do it." "Till the crack o' doom," said Aaron, with a glistening smile.
"Or the crack o' th' rope," said Brewitt.
"Yes, and THEN WHAT ?" cried the landlady.
"Then we all drop on our backsides," said Kirk.

There was a general laugh, and an uneasy silence.
"All I can say of you men," said the landlady, "is that you have a narrow, selfish policy .-- Instead of thinking of the children, instead of thinking of improving the world you live in--" "We hang on, British bulldog breed," said Brewitt.